What am I hungry for
If not the booze or the food
Or the thrills I've been having
To satisfy the emptiness
Been looking to find me, God
And begin this fearless recovery
But I'm stuck in this cycle
That's bringing me down
Cuz I don't know who'll be here
When I come around
A paperwhite princess
Dances around in my head
Telling me to be exactly like her
But I just can't tell
If that's what I want
I don't wanna pretend
I'm something I'm not
I've been searching some time now
To hold onto something
When I clench these cold hands
I slip thru my wanting fingers like sand
One step into something
And then three steps back
When will I be enough?
When will I be enough?
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