Symphony

Missing pages of my stolen dreams

My self-fulfilling prophesy

I can’t escape what’s come before

The choices I’ve made

Tiny little skeletons hiding in their secret place

The place I run to in my mind

And I will run with the symphony

Of the poor little me in my head

And I will dance to the orchestral poundings

Of what used to be you in my bed

And I will scream at the flowers

For daring to be blooming near me

And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done

And I’ll try my very best to just be

I replaced the honour given me

With self deceit, with apathy

I can’t escape what’s next to come

The choices I’ll make

Tiny shreds of self respect left behind, lost in neglect

What have I come to in my life

And I will run with the symphony

Of the poor little me in my head

And I will dance to the orchestral poundings

Of what used to be you in my bed

And I will scream at the flowers

For daring to be blooming near me

And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done

And I’ll try my very best to just be

So afraid, full of fear

Of success, of a step

Of not being what I expect

So afraid, I hold me near

To my cave, my hiding place

Comfort in isolation

And I will run with the symphony

Of the poor little me in my head

And I will dance to the orchestral poundings

Of what used to be you in my bed

And I will scream at the flowers

For daring to be blooming near me

And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done

And I’ll try my very best to just be