**reading old journal entries it's funny to see where I was ten years ago, I thought I'd share a couple of really old pieces**
so just close your eyes
and count to ten
everything
will be ok in the end
this isn't the time
to break down and cry
this isn't the time
to end this life.
i've been a long time silent
in this frozen undertow
so many years passing by
and i didn't even notice
didn't even realise
i was still here
sowing my hatred
like a broken doll
neglecting my soul.
one, two, three
there's nothing left for me
four, five, six
i've had enough of this
eight, nine, ten
everything
will be ok in the end.
so here's my little plan
a ploy to turn back time
forgiveness for
the things i've done
pennance for my crimes
and i pray again
i say again
that everything
will be ok in the end.
silence is golden,
so i'll say my peace
everything is over
disappeared without a trace
and i've been searching
for the beginning
too focused on the end
repeating the stages of failure
trying so hard to get to ten.
and here i start
all over again.
one, two, three
just stuck back in this part
the beginning isn't anything
but the mistakes
i made to start
this silly game
its such a shame that ten
never gets to play
and nothing is ok
because the end
is nowhere in sight,
one, two, three,
someone stop me
four, five, six
i've had enough of this
seven, eight, nine
there's no ten this time.
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