Rushing To Be Loved
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure
Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die
Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit
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