No clouds in sight, but the ones that most concern me won't be seen
A tempest rages behind apathetic looking green
Mistakes past and potential linger
"I'm sorry" seems like half of what I say
They wait for me down corridors and chase me off the stage
I cannot seem to run or hide away
And they follow, and they get their way
While I wallow, I'd sleep through every day
"There's no escape for the weary"
Does it excuse my behavior if I say I'm trying to disprove that theory with my restless sleep?
Dream it's fleeting, not forever
But there's no gone, there's only better
And I swear that I am kinda, sorta headed that direction sometimes
I swear the hardest part of getting help is saying we deserve it sometimes
Most of the time we do
And struggle with a pessimistic point of view that doesn't always lead me down a healthy path
Laugh to hide all the pain, there's something wrong with my brain where I just want to be loved
And I swear that I am kinda, sorta headed that direction sometimes
I swear the hardest part of getting help is saying we deserve it sometimes
Avoiding mistakes just means we played it too safe
We are defined by our actions, not our hope
"It's never too late" I hope is kinder to me than "good things come to those who wait"