About Me
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i want to carry a piece of who i was before
so when i hit the wall - i really hit the wall
i want to tear away the death again
a whiter shade of fucking meth again
i want to stick to clues
i want to come unglued
i want to shape the world to fit the way you move
i should of listened for a dress size...
I owned up, I've grown up do you remember me?
i showed up and so what if i'm the "used-to-be"
i'm here to tell you that i'm sorry i was sorry
but i'm happy that you're happy and this is no longer about me
trade roles, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
let him be there through your beautiful cries
let him hold you up so you can touch all four of your skies
and live your life just like a dream without the pain of goodbyes
goodbye.
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i've been a drunk, disrespectful little street punk
unlock the back of my trunk
you see? i take this bat
and bash my head into the street again
no ones around so i keep beating it
I pull my hair back and look me in the eye
there's a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
it's the guilt of what reality has given me
making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
and when you're sick you seem to think you failed eternally
and that the people you let in are only crumbling
i'm fucking sick of faking life and this recovery
when my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
so to the friends that even call that i don't call back
i hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
it seems to hide sometimes i run away and wander
i'm really sick of saying sorry but i will
ever carried the weight of another? when they needed you?
for how long? where were you? where were you?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long? Where will you be ?
but are we scared to take the ride
or dare to look inside?
i'm floating farther away
floating...
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i want to carry a piece of who i was before
so when i hit the wall - i really hit the wall
i want to tear away the death again
a whiter shade of fucking meth again
i want to stick to clues
i want to come unglued
i want to shape the world to fit the way you move
i should of listened for a dress size...
I owned up, I've grown up do you remember me?
i showed up and so what if i'm the "used-to-be"
i'm here to tell you that i'm sorry i was sorry
but i'm happy that you're happy and this is no longer about me
trade roles, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
let him be there through your beautiful cries
let him hold you up so you can touch all four of your skies
and live your life just like a dream without the pain of goodbyes
goodbye.
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i've been a drunk, disrespectful little street punk
unlock the back of my trunk
you see? i take this bat
and bash my head into the street again
no ones around so i keep beating it
I pull my hair back and look me in the eye
there's a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
it's the guilt of what reality has given me
making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
and when you're sick you seem to think you failed eternally
and that the people you let in are only crumbling
i'm fucking sick of faking life and this recovery
when my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
so to the friends that even call that i don't call back
i hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
it seems to hide sometimes i run away and wander
i'm really sick of saying sorry but i will
ever carried the weight of another? when they needed you?
for how long? where were you? where were you?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long? Where will you be ?
but are we scared to take the ride
or dare to look inside?
i'm floating farther away
floating...












Bastet