Lately I’m the statue never the pigeon
All I want is my own solid control
Not bound by addiction
Who am I?
Does this feel like me?
Not the me ,I wanted to be
Not the me ,I always dreamed I could be
So this is rock bottom?
But is it the end of this apocalypse?
Is up the only way this can go?
Perhaps it’s time to stop depending on fate
Waiting for luck
Rock bottom please free me
They make me accountable but they just won’t absolve me
But what do I say I’m sorry I won’t do it again
It’s a lie I’ll drink until I drown
But I’ll say it anyway
I’ll sing that same old playful tune
But it’s not what makes me
I love me I think
It’s hard when I’m a pointed gun
You try and dodge the bullets
But after awhile it’s just easier to shrug your shoulders and say I tried
I want to claim this life as my own
But there’s so much I just don’t want to own
Looking back is so hard to do
All I have are excuses
Same old words said different ways
And always so defensively
And there’s always someone new to blame
I just don’t need another reason to hate myself
Life goes on
Life goes on without me
The only thing that keeps me going
The thought that am missing it all
Good or bad or indifferent
I’m missing it all