Chewing On Glass…

Something in me has changed
Forgotten who it was that I am
The fire inside of me has died
The anger has come and gone
No longer care about what’s going on
Not when it’s all coming to an end
Something in me has taken a turn
Been watching with closed eyes
The only way to live on borrowed time
The only way to ignore ones health
No longer care about what’s happening
Not when it’s all coming to the end
I guess you feel it more than you know

There’s a chance that none of this comes true…

So sick of being who I’m not
And whatever it is I think I am
Tired of living on this borrowed time
Thinking about who it is I could be
Miss the days when it didn’t matter
Miss the times I was just me

There’s no greater opening line than… I don’t know…

Everything has a way of working itself out
Turning itself into something it is or isn’t
If we had the power to decide what it was
First hand… at first glance… what would have been
The point of doing anything at all?
Playing God is fun until it isn’t
Until you’re so bored you don’t know the difference
Between up… down… here… or tomorrow…
Because everything has a way of being what it is
Turning itself into something it is or isn’t
Easier to forget than to remember any of
The endless things we’ve already said

I can already tell I don’t have a lot to say… Not a good start when there hasn’t been much to say already… A whole lot of waiting and seeing… If you know what I mean… I guess in that sense not much has ever changed in the history of man…

A little burned out from trying to get ahead… but then again this is all I do… All I ever see are the words… each little letter… moving me further down the page… Not so much a burden… but a blessing… Because one day there won’t be anything left inside… I’ve been told…

Hope all is well…