I feel it,
And I’m loosing it.
My mind is slowly slipping,
My sanity poisoned,
Now, its violent insanity.
My soul is slowly drifting as well,
I can feel the emptiness.
Yet, my heart is filled,
With passion and faith,
It’s the only thing that keeps me here.
Yet, I feel my self drifting,
Then succeeding to exist.
Still I’m full of all the pain,
All the sadness.
Worst of all,
It won’t stop,
I can’t cry.
I’ll never be free.
No, no freedom is like trying to hold water in your hands,
It slips through the cracks.
And I’m loosing it.
My mind is slowly slipping,
My sanity poisoned,
Now, its violent insanity.
My soul is slowly drifting as well,
I can feel the emptiness.
Yet, my heart is filled,
With passion and faith,
It’s the only thing that keeps me here.
Yet, I feel my self drifting,
Then succeeding to exist.
Still I’m full of all the pain,
All the sadness.
Worst of all,
It won’t stop,
I can’t cry.
I’ll never be free.
No, no freedom is like trying to hold water in your hands,
It slips through the cracks.
sorry for miss spelling and bad gramer whee
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