UNCOMFORTABLE NUMB

I don’t know what, did I just blow it again

Endless motivations smashed against the mirror of your ugly reflection

Maybe this time my mind will come to an understanding before rather than after

Weak and untrue the days rolls on like a black wheel over uneven ground

Yesterdays hopes will not repeat itself, tasteless and bleak

Born to lose and always going for the throat I stand alone and listen for a tune

Hey man, do you see what I see without seeking, do you hear what I hear

Music hates you as much as your books scorn the hand that flips the page

Since I saw you in the distance, standing tall and with hope flowing in your hair

I know that the will that overtakes the action and push it always has been around

Strive for more, be the servant and the master at the same time

Close you eyes and breathe, shut the noise out and let silence make your ears bleed

Betrayer of dreams you spill what is left in the cup to stand empty handed again

Deceiver of truth rises, looking for answers that has no place

Fuck it, start again

Just remember though it’s a long ways down, it’s not long enough

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