When will I become different
I'm still waiting, you know
How could I become different
Can't be done, I'm told
Feigning composure again
Awaiting the storm
These ripples are miniscule, but always present
Won't take much for waves to form
Why does faking always pay off
While attempts amount to nothing
This vapid projection of self love
Told by selves worth loving
In the end, our struggles and scribbles
Are all met with celestial indifference
Our linеs drawn in sands next to macrocosmic tides, they'rе soon extinguished
If only I weren't so conditioned
To tarnish all pleasure with doubt
If only I'd gain some perspective
Get out of my head just this once
But I've tried looking in from the outside
And somehow it all just gets worse
A tightrope of forced introspection
Is mine to traverse
Waiting
Holding on
When did I become different
I must've missed it in my sleep
All I know is the picture in the passport
Shows a face I can only just remember
I'm still waiting, you know
How could I become different
Can't be done, I'm told
Feigning composure again
Awaiting the storm
These ripples are miniscule, but always present
Won't take much for waves to form
Why does faking always pay off
While attempts amount to nothing
This vapid projection of self love
Told by selves worth loving
In the end, our struggles and scribbles
Are all met with celestial indifference
Our linеs drawn in sands next to macrocosmic tides, they'rе soon extinguished
If only I weren't so conditioned
To tarnish all pleasure with doubt
If only I'd gain some perspective
Get out of my head just this once
But I've tried looking in from the outside
And somehow it all just gets worse
A tightrope of forced introspection
Is mine to traverse
Waiting
Holding on
When did I become different
I must've missed it in my sleep
All I know is the picture in the passport
Shows a face I can only just remember
( Fyr )
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