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So, I've run away again. As per usual. Things get confusing, hard, or difficult, and I run away-because it's the only way I can keep sane. Assume a new identity, assume something new to hide behind....Until that shell weakens, and cracks, and I need to run again.
March...The month all my hopes and dreams are supposed to come full-circle...And I don't think they are...They seem further away than ever before. As if I'm kneeling on ice-I can see a distorted vision of things I want to see, and I bang at the ice, hoping to get through. The cracks form and as I begin to fall through, I realise there's only black and cold there-but it's too late, and I'm falling through, sinking below the surface. And I'm trapped underneath the ice...And I can see everything I wished for on the surface, but I can't get through again, and no-one sees me beneath the ice.
I'm lost, I'm lost, and I don't know what to do. Everywhere I turn, leads to a dead in.
I can't keep reaching out, reaching out and coming away with nothing.
Where do dreams go when they die? How do you forget them?
I want to be numb. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want to have to fight. I want someone else to take control for awhile, and just let me drift. There's too much going on around me-and I can't seem to keep up, or achieve anything I set out to do.
All my former dreams....
And they are falling, like November leaves...
March...The month all my hopes and dreams are supposed to come full-circle...And I don't think they are...They seem further away than ever before. As if I'm kneeling on ice-I can see a distorted vision of things I want to see, and I bang at the ice, hoping to get through. The cracks form and as I begin to fall through, I realise there's only black and cold there-but it's too late, and I'm falling through, sinking below the surface. And I'm trapped underneath the ice...And I can see everything I wished for on the surface, but I can't get through again, and no-one sees me beneath the ice.
I'm lost, I'm lost, and I don't know what to do. Everywhere I turn, leads to a dead in.
I can't keep reaching out, reaching out and coming away with nothing.
Where do dreams go when they die? How do you forget them?
I want to be numb. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want to have to fight. I want someone else to take control for awhile, and just let me drift. There's too much going on around me-and I can't seem to keep up, or achieve anything I set out to do.
All my former dreams....
And they are falling, like November leaves...