The Unfathomable Truth
You listen to me say it's all in the past,
but these horrors just don't go away fast,
I've played cat and mouse this entire time,
trying not to listen as the midnight clock chimes.
I cover my ears to the sounds I can't bear,
but these howls and moans follow everywhere,
I can't run away from everything that was,
I can't fight the battle I'm a prisoner of.
You say you can help me claw my way out,
but after a while, there rings just one shout,
the yell of defeat, of failure galore,
the one that finally allows spirits to soar.
These memories are like leeches, sucking my mind,
but I can't think possibly of leaving them behind,
I can't breathe; I'm suffocating under a blanket of shame,
I'm tired of not letting loose this unpredicatible game.
The sun is behind me, and it's time to face,
the darkness ahead; which I wish to embrace,
I'm time to come out, to speak loudly the truth,
maybe then I'll regain the spirit of my youth.
I can't allow myself to go far very much,
I deny the reasoning, resemble the touch,
of the man who can't bring himself to see,
to say, "I'll bravely explore what's inside of me."
I'm not one of those people who couragesly ask,
"What's this deep hole, and why does it bask?"
I like to wrap myself in conflicts so steady,
so much that I'd rather not ever be ready.
but these horrors just don't go away fast,
I've played cat and mouse this entire time,
trying not to listen as the midnight clock chimes.
I cover my ears to the sounds I can't bear,
but these howls and moans follow everywhere,
I can't run away from everything that was,
I can't fight the battle I'm a prisoner of.
You say you can help me claw my way out,
but after a while, there rings just one shout,
the yell of defeat, of failure galore,
the one that finally allows spirits to soar.
These memories are like leeches, sucking my mind,
but I can't think possibly of leaving them behind,
I can't breathe; I'm suffocating under a blanket of shame,
I'm tired of not letting loose this unpredicatible game.
The sun is behind me, and it's time to face,
the darkness ahead; which I wish to embrace,
I'm time to come out, to speak loudly the truth,
maybe then I'll regain the spirit of my youth.
I can't allow myself to go far very much,
I deny the reasoning, resemble the touch,
of the man who can't bring himself to see,
to say, "I'll bravely explore what's inside of me."
I'm not one of those people who couragesly ask,
"What's this deep hole, and why does it bask?"
I like to wrap myself in conflicts so steady,
so much that I'd rather not ever be ready.