The Weekend Classic
Monachopsis
I'm losing track of where I stand. I used to have the upper hand. Now I'm distant I'm not persistent. Lacking motives and a plan. To find out something. If gods above me and if he could understand. I'm starting to fade the world is so gray. I'll count my blessings and call it a day
If I could find myself amongst everyone else. Would I be any different. I could tell myself that I don't have to listen but where is the point in not being consistent. A stable companion just someone to listen. Please tell me you listen. I'm holding all this doubt about myself to give me something I can talk about
I started writing when I was young the words replaced the use of my tongue. I don't like to talk much, found only comfort in the songs. But now I've got the recognition. Still avoiding confrontation. Always running late always out of place I, I can't relate
I'm getting over all these things that you said would last forever. God if you're there give me a sign cause I'm starting to lose my faith. You left me all alone to find my way back home, but I think I'm finally moving on. I'm moving on alone