A little too righteous. A little too proud. What do I do, What do I say, when things aren't going my way.
I run left. I run right. Far away and out of sight. But each time I manage to run head on, into what I most fear. The fear of uncertainty. I've seen the past. I know the present. But what about the future? All of the todays somehow become tomorrows. All of the tomorrows somehow become future uncertainties.
A little too righteous. A little too proud. What do I do, what do I say, when things just aren't going my way?
I thought with you in my life I'd have all the answers, or at least we'd be able to find them together. And now without you in my life, I am unable to find the answers, let alone the questions. I wish I could go back to the time when I didn't feel empty, or when there wasn't a missing piece. Before you, I felt fulfilled. And then you came along and expanded my horizons, and I thought I might burst. Now I feel empty, something I've never felt before.
A little too righteous. A little too proud. What do I do, what do I say, when everything I feel gets f**ked over anyway?
Now I know what they say is true: once you have tasted the fruit, you can never go back...I guess some things are forbidden knowledge.
