Windchimes, Apples, and a Sylph in a Bowler Hat
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Did you know that I could sing?
Did you know that I could sing?
That at one time it was everything I was
It was who I was
Today I feel like my voice is gone
When did this happen? How?
I’m not a scholar; I don’t want to be a scholar
I never wanted to teach
Or be an analyst
Or scientist
Or a researcher
I wanted to sing. All I ever wanted to do was sing.
But who can hear me now?
No one.
Because my voice is slipping away.
What can I do, I don’t know what to do
Isn’t college supposed to inspire you?
I feel like my successes here have buried me
And that my failures have piled up
I’m still so young
And I hate myself.
I’m nothing like what I wanted to be.
I wanted to be light and kind
And I come off isolated and so cold.
Did you know that I could sing?
Did you know that there is nothing that I would rather do
Sometimes I hear a song and it fills me with such heartache
I cry alone in my car
Because I could be the one on the radio
Once that could’ve been me
I could sing it
But not anymore, my voice is fading
And who would listen
Where would I sing?
Did you know this wasn’t who I was supposed to be?
That at one time it was everything I was
It was who I was
Today I feel like my voice is gone
When did this happen? How?
I’m not a scholar; I don’t want to be a scholar
I never wanted to teach
Or be an analyst
Or scientist
Or a researcher
I wanted to sing. All I ever wanted to do was sing.
But who can hear me now?
No one.
Because my voice is slipping away.
What can I do, I don’t know what to do
Isn’t college supposed to inspire you?
I feel like my successes here have buried me
And that my failures have piled up
I’m still so young
And I hate myself.
I’m nothing like what I wanted to be.
I wanted to be light and kind
And I come off isolated and so cold.
Did you know that I could sing?
Did you know that there is nothing that I would rather do
Sometimes I hear a song and it fills me with such heartache
I cry alone in my car
Because I could be the one on the radio
Once that could’ve been me
I could sing it
But not anymore, my voice is fading
And who would listen
Where would I sing?
Did you know this wasn’t who I was supposed to be?
Honestly I don't want to sleep
I’m afraid to go to sleep.
In my dreams I’m trapped
Running underground
Dirty, frightened, wild
I don’t want to close my eyes.
But I sleep still, I sleep for days
Waking up is scary too
I live a strange life
I live most of it in my head
Because I am so disappointed with my reality
It comes in shades of gray
I’m addicted to color because I can’t manifest any myself
I don’t want to kill the songbirds
What other sacrifices have I made in the face of fear
I sleep because I can’t face the day
I dream to create something better
But all my mind can give me are shadows
In my dreams I’m trapped
Running underground
Dirty, frightened, wild
I don’t want to close my eyes.
But I sleep still, I sleep for days
Waking up is scary too
I live a strange life
I live most of it in my head
Because I am so disappointed with my reality
It comes in shades of gray
I’m addicted to color because I can’t manifest any myself
I don’t want to kill the songbirds
What other sacrifices have I made in the face of fear
I sleep because I can’t face the day
I dream to create something better
But all my mind can give me are shadows
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