Do you ever feel like you’re flaking away?
Floating in the breeze and you don’t have a say?
Starting, stopping, within the sun’s radiant light?
But you won’t stop, never, as long as it’s bright.
Do you ever feel like you’re gonna start crying?
Always understood but never assumed dying?
Shooting stars can lead to joy and cheer,
But these are headlights, and you are the deer.
Do you ever feel like, you’re starting to shake?
Heart pumping quick, and it can never be safe?
The heights quicken, and you don’t know how to drive,
You start weeping, and know that you shouldn’t have lied?
Do you ever feel like….
The stress that you’ve known…
Your skin breaks apart...
You’re no longer alone…
Shadows fighting, around the home that you’ve grown....
Suddenly it stops and you’re your own…
Silent thoughts plague the minds of the weak…
Everything is grey, and black, and bleak…
But you push through, letting your mind explode…
Colors drawn on your monochromatic abode.
Do you ever feel the pleasure of life?
How you wish it could stay like so for all time?
How it all seems to ebb and flow?
And it gives you a long-needed home?
Do you ever just feel like, you’re flaking away?
Floating in the breeze and you don’t have a say?
Silent thoughts plague the minds of the weak…
Everything is grey, black and bleak…
But you push through, letting your mind explode…
Drawing colors on your monochromatic abode.
You’re flaking away?...
Flaking away?...
Away?...
Away...
Floating in the breeze and you don’t have a say?
Starting, stopping, within the sun’s radiant light?
But you won’t stop, never, as long as it’s bright.
Do you ever feel like you’re gonna start crying?
Always understood but never assumed dying?
Shooting stars can lead to joy and cheer,
But these are headlights, and you are the deer.
Do you ever feel like, you’re starting to shake?
Heart pumping quick, and it can never be safe?
The heights quicken, and you don’t know how to drive,
You start weeping, and know that you shouldn’t have lied?
Do you ever feel like….
The stress that you’ve known…
Your skin breaks apart...
You’re no longer alone…
Shadows fighting, around the home that you’ve grown....
Suddenly it stops and you’re your own…
Silent thoughts plague the minds of the weak…
Everything is grey, and black, and bleak…
But you push through, letting your mind explode…
Colors drawn on your monochromatic abode.
Do you ever feel the pleasure of life?
How you wish it could stay like so for all time?
How it all seems to ebb and flow?
And it gives you a long-needed home?
Do you ever just feel like, you’re flaking away?
Floating in the breeze and you don’t have a say?
Silent thoughts plague the minds of the weak…
Everything is grey, black and bleak…
But you push through, letting your mind explode…
Drawing colors on your monochromatic abode.
You’re flaking away?...
Flaking away?...
Away?...
Away...