So many things in me head, swimming around,
That all gets confusing when I have to stop
And really focus on the ruckus inside.
So many doubts circle my soul and
Regardless of my moral reasoning,
I can't find a soul to tell my secrets to.
And it tears me apart, because there are those,
Who would love nothing more but to see my soul
And wouldn't sell me for anything in the world...
And yet, my closest friends know not my struggle...
They'd surely get lost in the dark emptiness inside.
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