I clutch at straws of torn up paper
Filling drawers, what a creator I have become
From the hours I've spent painting pictures I resent, a broken mixture of
My hopes and dreams
I can't make out what they mean
What am I building here?
This structure is falling apart
It seemed so easy to create from the start
I just tried to find a place for my heart to feel safe in sound
It crumbles down around me now
I gather thoughts that roam my head
Some things are better left unsaid
And sing them loud, it satisfies this hole inside
I ask myself the burning questions
And answer with confessions I need to hear
There's so much more that's left unsung
The tip of the iceberg's on the tip of my tongue
What are words worth now when I can't write them down?
What are words worth now when I can't let them out?
Who can hear me now?
Now that my words are lost in clouds
I push and try but I'm still denied
This therapy so once more tonight
I'll fall and fly, I'll fail and fight
And find a way to get this right
It may kill me
But I'm ending this tonight