I'll admit, I've become no fun and I'm sorry. I wasn't always like this. I'm stuck in my box and moving outside the lines will make me useless. I have anxiety - that's one way to define me. I get so worked up that I can't breathe.
But there's better air near the coastlines and in the mountains, with a touch of cool.
I just need to get back out there and feel the world under my feet. It's not an egotistical thing - it's a place, and escape from my day to day, and I cannot say I'm sorry for leaving.
Track Name: Spiral
Fading like the paint on your wall. You can call me friend, or nothing at all. Paralyzed and torn, like the way that I left you frozen in the blue.
Endless cycles of carelessness. No motivation at all. I'd like to think that I am done with this, and that it's okay to let myself fall back to what got me here in the first place. I can't promise that I'll be fine.
The things that keep us afloat could be drowning us, but we'll never know. We hear words like 'safe' and make ourselves believe them. I want to stop believing in everything...
Track Name: Sanctuary
Broken lights surround windows in a place that I call home. In a house full of family and friends, I still feel alone.
Conversation littering the air, but all I do is stare...
I don't sleep like I used to. It would come with ease and take care of everything. Now I'm running from my dreams, gaining ground with every step, until there's nothing left.
Apologetic remarks made with intent to fix the soul, but we're just widening the hole and acting like we don't know.
Track Name: Fluid
It seems I've wound up in the same place I'll forever dwell in. It's because I'm selfish. And I know I can get it right in time; I just pray that God will listen and I hope that you'll be alright.
Breathe in, breathe out. In your nose, out of your mouth. Silence, fix this. I'm just not over it.