Spent
coachchris
Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
The well is running deep tonight
I’m reaching the point of spent
Looking back on the past
And where it’s all went
Driving into the sun
I’m burning up on entry
I’m old mother hubbard
With no food in the pantry
Starving for attention
Sacrificing for the dreams
Everything on the ends
Everything in between
I do my best
To buy myself time
Getting so lost
Like glass to a mime
Up all alone
Is troubling to me
It’s such continuation
A never ending sea
My innocence has never strayed
But tonight it can’t stay
My blood thick and gray
There’s no other way
I’m reaching the point of spent
Looking back on the past
And where it’s all went
Driving into the sun
I’m burning up on entry
I’m old mother hubbard
With no food in the pantry
Starving for attention
Sacrificing for the dreams
Everything on the ends
Everything in between
I do my best
To buy myself time
Getting so lost
Like glass to a mime
Up all alone
Is troubling to me
It’s such continuation
A never ending sea
My innocence has never strayed
But tonight it can’t stay
My blood thick and gray
There’s no other way
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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