Constantly stressing about the things I could never change
Cursing the calm as the clouds roll in
I feel the gloom overtake
Standing in the mess I've made
Soaking up the rain
If the fog were to dissipate would it mean anything at all?
I'm seeking out the storm that will tear me apart
From the inside out
I find myself worn down
And I've lost myself but maybe that's what it takes to turn my back on the man I used to be
The days were slowly swallowing me
Letting the gloom overtake
Living in the mess I've made
No regard
Any substance to make me feel alive
When sleep becomes the only reprieve from the life that you're losing
The mind expands, change is accepted
Through the regrets that slip through our hands
Through the regrets that slipped through your hands
Or you can drown in a shallow doubt
Thinking only of yourself
Keeping your head down
Eyes on the ground
Looking only at your feet
Not at the ones hurt by your disease
A cowards gaze
Hits me in waves
If the fog were to dissipate, would it mean anything?
(Anything)
I'm seeking out the storm that will tear apart
And I find myself worn down
Change is accepted through the regrets that slipped through my hands
And I've lost myself, but I guess that's what it takes to turn my back on who I don't want to be