Thrown
I'm driving again...driving with
my thoughts and my music
Two stoplights away from tears
and 7 more minutes burning away
in my left hand...lungs as black as my moods
I keep on traveling...faster as the years
go by, and yet, I am nowhere closer
to finding my true home...the real calm
The real peace, not the illusion
When what I wanted was never really
what I wanted...and all that I want is
so close, yet so far away.
If I reach out to touch it, it will hurt me.
It will deny me, It will disappoint me
It will leave me even more
hollow than before.
So what am I really living for?
Myself? Someone else?
The scattered remnants of shattered
dreams of days long gone by?
What should I really be doing that I'm not?
When will the strength come back to me?
When will I finally know what is truly right
deep within my innermost being?
I need a home...a good home, a loving home
I thought I saw this in your eyes
I pictured it within your arms, but
No...you deny me this just like the others.
If it be the truth, you have no idea how
much this pains me...and it shouldn't
but I cannot deny this feeling
I wish you knew how heartbroken
I feel...but would you really care?
No...you are on a different path.
We still cannot be who we really are
This much we have in common
And nothing more.
I tell my heart this as I die a little inside
Resolving to never be lost again in
the arms of foolish pride...I can never fix
my thoughts and my music
Two stoplights away from tears
and 7 more minutes burning away
in my left hand...lungs as black as my moods
I keep on traveling...faster as the years
go by, and yet, I am nowhere closer
to finding my true home...the real calm
The real peace, not the illusion
When what I wanted was never really
what I wanted...and all that I want is
so close, yet so far away.
If I reach out to touch it, it will hurt me.
It will deny me, It will disappoint me
It will leave me even more
hollow than before.
So what am I really living for?
Myself? Someone else?
The scattered remnants of shattered
dreams of days long gone by?
What should I really be doing that I'm not?
When will the strength come back to me?
When will I finally know what is truly right
deep within my innermost being?
I need a home...a good home, a loving home
I thought I saw this in your eyes
I pictured it within your arms, but
No...you deny me this just like the others.
If it be the truth, you have no idea how
much this pains me...and it shouldn't
but I cannot deny this feeling
I wish you knew how heartbroken
I feel...but would you really care?
No...you are on a different path.
We still cannot be who we really are
This much we have in common
And nothing more.
I tell my heart this as I die a little inside
Resolving to never be lost again in
the arms of foolish pride...I can never fix