Maybe if I stand in your shoes...
I can see as you do...
or maybe
I'll be stuck with my same visions
as I stand here posing as you
Stuck...
between love & a broken heart,
between happiness & depression,
between reality & fantasy...
between dying & living
Dying...
& living...
Just a shell of one that lived
A shell that tried to revitalize herself
...Through you...
But I carry too much dead weight
Weight from the past...
Weight from life...
Weight from being too deep in the pit that
Even when I let go,
Shit still has a hold on me
Need to stop banging my head
Up against this brick wall...
Shit is starting to hurt...
I can see as you do...
or maybe
I'll be stuck with my same visions
as I stand here posing as you
Stuck...
between love & a broken heart,
between happiness & depression,
between reality & fantasy...
between dying & living
Dying...
& living...
Just a shell of one that lived
A shell that tried to revitalize herself
...Through you...
But I carry too much dead weight
Weight from the past...
Weight from life...
Weight from being too deep in the pit that
Even when I let go,
Shit still has a hold on me
Need to stop banging my head
Up against this brick wall...
Shit is starting to hurt...