Sink song

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