What do you want from me?
“What do you want from me?”
What do you want from me?
Would you believe the world’s got a hold on me?
Taking me down not caring how much I bleed.
You know it’s crazy through the dirt I see,
A muddy mirror confusing me,
Reflecting a decrepit fantasy,
The pressures crushing me,
Breaking bones erupting veins slowly killing me.
A hazy existence embodies me,
I can’t remember how many days it’s been,
Piecing it together takes the zest from me.
What do you want from me?
Haven’t you heard the world’s got a hold on me?
My mind’s not clear it suffocates me,
Thrusting dust into my lungs there’s no way to breathe.
Let’s fly to Heaven it teases me,
Can I fly to a place I don’t perceive?
My heart is heavy don’t you know,
Weighed down from the sharpened spikes in this pit,
My body loses me.
Overwhelming chaos smothers me throwing me down,
Not stopping when I bleed.
Grasping at the edge takes the will from me.
What do you want from me?
Don’t you know the world’s got a hold on me?
Screaming loudly piercing boundaries yet silence gleams.
Reddened pools surround me full of life stolen from me.
Clouds of thought race by out of my reach,
Whisping in and then they’re torn from me,
Ripped away, were they ever mine? Is this really it?
What does it mean to really live?
The world beats me down twists the knife,
Just as it shoves it back in.
What do you want from me?
The world has got a hold on me.
A grip so firm that I can’t breathe,
The bruises show down to the bone.
I can’t control,
There’s no place to go,
No place called home.
A private battle I fight the war alone,
My passion turned to stone,
Thrown right back at me.
How much more can I bleed?
There’s only so much blood lost with each beat.
So what do you want from me?
These walls put up,
Problems not understood by your or me,
So what do you want from me?
What do you want from?
---Bailey Sweet.
What do you want from me?
Would you believe the world’s got a hold on me?
Taking me down not caring how much I bleed.
You know it’s crazy through the dirt I see,
A muddy mirror confusing me,
Reflecting a decrepit fantasy,
The pressures crushing me,
Breaking bones erupting veins slowly killing me.
A hazy existence embodies me,
I can’t remember how many days it’s been,
Piecing it together takes the zest from me.
What do you want from me?
Haven’t you heard the world’s got a hold on me?
My mind’s not clear it suffocates me,
Thrusting dust into my lungs there’s no way to breathe.
Let’s fly to Heaven it teases me,
Can I fly to a place I don’t perceive?
My heart is heavy don’t you know,
Weighed down from the sharpened spikes in this pit,
My body loses me.
Overwhelming chaos smothers me throwing me down,
Not stopping when I bleed.
Grasping at the edge takes the will from me.
What do you want from me?
Don’t you know the world’s got a hold on me?
Screaming loudly piercing boundaries yet silence gleams.
Reddened pools surround me full of life stolen from me.
Clouds of thought race by out of my reach,
Whisping in and then they’re torn from me,
Ripped away, were they ever mine? Is this really it?
What does it mean to really live?
The world beats me down twists the knife,
Just as it shoves it back in.
What do you want from me?
The world has got a hold on me.
A grip so firm that I can’t breathe,
The bruises show down to the bone.
I can’t control,
There’s no place to go,
No place called home.
A private battle I fight the war alone,
My passion turned to stone,
Thrown right back at me.
How much more can I bleed?
There’s only so much blood lost with each beat.
So what do you want from me?
These walls put up,
Problems not understood by your or me,
So what do you want from me?
What do you want from?
---Bailey Sweet.