Yield to the wind
With the lives that you've taken.
Let mine begin,
And my voice awaken.
I've lost my faith
In trying to create.
And I know that there's no one else I can blame;
See the loves of my life when you call my name,
But what's there to life if I can't decide?
I've lost my faith
In trying to create.
I've been cold and calculating, my selfishness a sickness well deserving death.
(I deserve this death)
Help me reignite my flame, its embers have a pulse but I've run out of breath.
(i've run out of breath)
Now it seems I've given up on dreams and aspirations that I won't allow.
(no I can't allow)
I'll just keep it bottled up, and scream it at a therapist ten years from now.
(in ten years from now)