A Slow Descent Im tired. Cynical and broken, but wiser. Heavy with a sense of resentment, but i used to be so much different, I used to have so much faith when I started. You knew that I always meant it. I knew I could make a difference, I struggled to be heard and then finally, one day people started listening. and I knew it but as soon as it began it was ruined. A slow descent from unique to routine, over and over, just do it again and this time with feeling. The spotlight. The focus on the friends and the feelings. That made those stupid songs all worth singing. And dont you say a word unless youre pretty sure that you want it analyzed. So we drove for what seemed like days over roads and four lane highways. We said all we had to say and I realized in time that it didnt mean anything. Never, not ever again. Not like that. Its only a matter of time.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 05:38:01 +0000
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