byunmaker

i guess it doesnt matter, does it
the path is getting longer anyway
you can bend it or shove it but
you cant make the circumstances go away

fuck it, let it fade away
let it fall down around me like it always does
and if i wanted i could walk away
at least i hope so because...

the bottom's getting closer but the sky
is fading fast when i get
trapped inside my weakness and my fetish for the past
like all the voices i keep hearing telling me that i'm not okay
but if i wasnt sick i wouldnt be here struggling for a better way

if it ain't broke don't fix it is how the saying goes but i say
fix it till it's broken before the bomb explodes
and kills the best of your intentions
makes you question why you stand
when your burdon isn't filling
your always empty hand

fuck it all, let it all fade away
it isnt making me feel better anyway
i guess maybe if i'd try a bit harder
i could carry this stone just a little bit further
but i'm tired
of thinking,
tired of talking,
ready to move on and find the happiness i seek
to fill the emptiness in me
so please
lendahand or getthefuckoutofmyway