My Own Fight
I give loyalty and I give passion but you give me the sun, you give me glowing brilliant smiles and warm radiating kisses. How can they ever compare? I just want to drown in this love you give me. But my love? It’s there for you with open arms but it isn’t special it’s not unique and it comes with too much baggage.
So leave me at the station waiting. Leave me with my heavy luggage to bury me alive beneath the creaky leather. I ask this of you to make you happy. Save yourself while you can before the poisonous smooth texture of my burdens start to seep out and pour into you.
I can feel the weight of it all setting in now, crushing my legs trapping me beneath. I can feel the irrationalities start to consume my mind and fill my every breath. Don’t just stand there and watch me drown! Leave before the waves rise up and bring you down. I’m not saying I won’t try. I’ve been trying for years and the most I’ve managed is to pack my things away neatly. But they’ll still be there conspiring against me whispering and feeding me insanity and irrational thoughts. They will continue to shape me but I won’t let them define me. I will fight with all that’s in me, but it is my fight to win or lose. This is not for you. I will not let it taint your wonderful spirit. I will not let these ghosts come and chill your heart. Leave me and give your golden lit love to someone who can have it and let me fight my own fight.
So leave me at the station waiting. Leave me with my heavy luggage to bury me alive beneath the creaky leather. I ask this of you to make you happy. Save yourself while you can before the poisonous smooth texture of my burdens start to seep out and pour into you.
I can feel the weight of it all setting in now, crushing my legs trapping me beneath. I can feel the irrationalities start to consume my mind and fill my every breath. Don’t just stand there and watch me drown! Leave before the waves rise up and bring you down. I’m not saying I won’t try. I’ve been trying for years and the most I’ve managed is to pack my things away neatly. But they’ll still be there conspiring against me whispering and feeding me insanity and irrational thoughts. They will continue to shape me but I won’t let them define me. I will fight with all that’s in me, but it is my fight to win or lose. This is not for you. I will not let it taint your wonderful spirit. I will not let these ghosts come and chill your heart. Leave me and give your golden lit love to someone who can have it and let me fight my own fight.