A 4am crisis meeting with my soul.
I’m in and I’m out of my shell everyday Never knowing who I’m gonna be Ones up and ones down ones twisted around And I’m not sure which one is me And I’ve always got angry When I knew I was wrong That’s just the way that I am If you can’t see the light Through these bloodshot eyes Then the truth won’t matter a damn Every time that something good comes along I just seem to push it away I seem to be scared to succeed at something Why that is I just can not say I’ve had all kind of chances Could have done anything I want I just never knew what that was So I sit everyday And stare at the walls And dream all my chances away How did I convince anyone That I was somebody I’m not I never even believed it myself Not in the dark of the night anyway And it’s just an illusion I’m just an allusion To something I could have been one day If I had no-one to cry for I could easily die for This all seems too hard to bear So what would I leave here on this cursed rock If I was to die today Lies told and cheats, dark hours of deceit That’s what I leave today. © Andy Dinnell
