Drifting

by Taylor   Jan 18, 2009


I'll be home soon
Gone with the wind
Dead under the moon
With my latest sin
In time I'll be lost
Disappear in the waste
No matter what be the cost
I'll do anything for a taste

Who am I?
I don't know myself anymore
All I ask is why
Why did God choose me to be sore?
Happiness is fake
Love is a myth
You can't give and take
No one to be with

What is the meaning
Of loving your life?
If all hope is leaving
And you scream for Christ
What point is there
To smile at will?
When Fate doesn't care
You can only kill

Why am I alive?
For all I do is lie
And I only strive
Not letting myself cry
I am a burden here
I have no purpose
Nor will I fear
Drifting to the surface

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