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Broken Clockwork

There is so much I want to do
There is so much I have to say
There won’t be enough time
Before I pass away
The clock keeps ticking, the hands counting down
The loud angry voices keep turning me around
They tell me to run, they tell me to hide
They try to tell me, how to live my life
They scream at me, they make me cry
The voices on the outside are the same inside
They sound the same
Its me they blame
My soul they cage
And my spirit they tame
I remember when I was young
I tried to give up
I kept wondering why
Nobody gave a fuck
I didn’t understand, I didn’t realize
It’s not my fault, this isn’t my crime
I won’t do the time, for someone else’s mistakes
Life’s too short to take that shame
If I were to change
One thing about me
I think it would be
My memory
To forget the past
So I could move on a be free at last
I’m still caged in
I’m still trapped
I try to spread my wings
But I just collapse
Is this what you want?
Me to die?
To lose my chance
To ever fly?
Is this who you are?
Is this who you’ll be?
Trapped in a cage,
Just like me?
I don’t think you do
So don’t let them catch you
Run, run, run as fast as you can
Get away from here before you don’t understand
Who you are
What you are
They will take that from you
You will lose everything
And all that will be left..
Is you and your broken, useless wings.
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