I can't tell you how I feel
The truth is beyond words
I can only scratch the surface
With metaphorical analogies
Flowers wilting in the sun
It's just a bunch of words
A string of human sounds
I speak to fill the silence
Not because I have anything meaningful to say
A fool trying to play wise
Not that people would listen to me
Even if I had something meaningful to say
I'd like to betray my feelings
I'm a wise fool who has given up
Just can't deal with the backlash
Who even cares what I think or know?
Who is bothered by how I feel?
Darkness where I thought was light
I could laugh with bitter cynicism now
Look at these images we call letters
I've fallen from hatred to regret
You'll look and laugh at me
Or tell me to grow up and deal with it
Tell yourself that when you've fallen
I would but I know better
Because I've fallen so many times before
Perhaps that is what we call fate
Little I can do but rise once more
Look for the light and pray for strength
And hope against all the odds
That one day I'll never have to fall again |
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