I'm reaching...I'm reaching out for something,
Something more,
Something to prove,
Who I am?
Where I came from?
Who I will be.
In the end it all falls on me
Lately...Lately I haven't been myself
I'm fighting a battle within
Who I am, who I'm trying to be
This reflection is not me.
I'm not sure who this woman is looking at me
This balancing act
I'm spinning, spiralling down
Fading, falling...it's gonna be ugly when I hit the ground
I'd like to think that this bird can not be caged
I'm lying to myself, dying for myself, in my own twisted thoughts vying with myself.
I can't get out, get out of my own skin.
I point the finger at you knowing it all comes from within.
I'll search this world like the lost and found,
Someday my feet will abruptly leave the ground.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
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