Should we raise our voices just
to break the silence with no substance?
Bearing into this page with the
weight of a thousand restless words.
I'm holding on to something long
since dead it's keeping me from living.
I need to know just how
it feels to let this go.
When it all comes down you are closer
to the edge than you thought you would be.
It's said and done out there
at the end still without you here.
So content with watching, tearing down and
forgetting what we are given.
Given everything,
not content with anything.
Tied down by situations at an end
and left with compromise.
Compromising standards,
we're only half of what we should be.
Start facing circumstances, stop filling
space with nothingness we're losing.
Losing what we've worked for
and satisfied with a dead end.
It's still true.
I've grown tired of the give and take,
want someone who can give me
everything I need.
When it all comes down you are closer
to the edge than you thought you would be.
It's said and done out there
at the end still without you here.