Living in a bubble
in the shape of a simple house
trying to walk out
becomes more difficult with every hour of solitude
You think you're becoming stronger but actually
you're just sinking deeper and deeper
in the Swamp of Sorrows
why not travel out to the desert
to the sea?
Well cause hiding in sweet blues
is a hideout from the lonely world that awaits
hiding means not dealing with all
that wasn't done
I want to disappear
to be born again elsewhere
I don't have the wings to fly
I don't know how this is done
I don't know how to be grown up
how to function in this crazy crazy world
I don't even know why I'm writing this
a cry for help?
no one fuckin reads all these words I splatter out
How come after all these lessons
I'm still such a helpless and sad lil duckling
will I ever stand on my own two feet
steady and proud?
I am ashamed of wasting days and hours like this
I am ashamed of being so weak and self pitying
I am ashamed of feeling like a lone creature
Whats the point?
I know I can live better than this..
can I?
well I guess I'll just hide here some more
and think it over
or just find the hidden door
to another time and place
