writing makes me happy...
I hit the road and let it go
Release the stress of hiding behind a smile back at home
The streets are my refuge, the songs of sirens soothe my soul
The kick, push, coast, a universal way to let it go
Escaping to my room I'd let the thoughts flow through
As I gripped the pen in my hand I stained the sheet a deep blue
It's all that had ever really made me feel at home
Redefining structure synonymous to "alone"
Pacifying practices that I could not condone,
As I sit writing passages by the light of my phone
I sifted through the shells as I felt the tides turn
Cuz in the fragile-ness of daily life, anything can hurt
Back then it took everything to keep myself afloat
It took a lot of luck to find myself in-between the words I wrote
I used to shy away from life and simply bite the bullet
But if I ever felt the trigger, best believe I would've pulled it
I did my best to alter the reflection
Staring back at me from the other side of so called "redemption"
A picture-perfect image of everything I've never been
The only feelings felt for him are ones of stone-cold rejection
So if I could I'd buy a one way ticket straight to fucking hell
Fueled by a vengeance and a mind that you can't settle
Let me paint a picture, pour my demons on the page
Free my conscience from a memory, my mind from this cage
Freedom of mind, freedom of thought, freedom of emotion is what we seek
But in the process of desire we exterminate the weak
The most compelling of characters all too often go unnoticed
So count your blessings that the most ignored are the ones who still don't know this
