I keep falling
I Keep leaving the same look on your face
I keep falling as I climb from this place
all of these thoughts cowering away from lighted paths to the outsite..
wrapping themselves in the same opacity of comfort.. dying little by little..
withering away from action..
it's still the first day we began...I see more clearly as myself all the
reflections of others that shine through my own face.
the battle I can never win
the nothingness I'm falling in
away from all their ears to tell
stop me before I lose myself.
Autor(es): Eric Johanson