Songs I Wrote

I Stopped Fighting (Old Song)

Verse 1: I see you. I know our fights. My battles to stay alive. It hurts just to try. I eventually run out of things to say. I try to think of a way we can move forward. I try to get past our past. With us it never lasts. I don't even know what to say. We've always been this way. I sit with you and silence poisons me. The whole time neither of us says a thing. I can't talk to you anymore. I tell you what you need to fix like you tell me. All you do then is yell at me. You take what I say and use it in anyway to make you right. It's always your fight. You wanna keep it up until I give up. What if I did?

Chorus: I can't take these problems. Every problem is another block chained to my feet. I try to swim. I try to breathe. In every second of everyday I feel a little bit of life as it goes away. Drowning where everyone can see. Why can't someone rescue me? I thought being someone was all I need. I don't know how to get free. Fighting to keep my sanity. Playing myself like I haven't lost my mind. Being alone a long time can do that. As the years pass around and my purpose is yet to be found. The power to scream and make a sound. The ability to share my pain all around. Taking a chance. Taking off the mask. Throwing myself out of the cage instead of bottling all this rage. Realizing things I never did before. Fighting battles I was born to lose. Life is made up of only what you choose. I can feel the flame going out before it's lighting. Sometimes I wonder what if I stopped fighting?

Verse 2: In school I act cool but my temper is wild fire. From the first minute to the last hour I can't stand the change in power. The most popular one has final say and teachers bossing me around everyday. Wish I could run away. Run from my own being because of all the things I am seeing. Haunted by the demon everyday. Too severe to be cured by running away.

Chorus: I can't take these problems. Every problem is another block chained to my feet. I try to swim. I try to breathe. In every second of everyday I feel a little bit of life as it goes away. Drowning where everyone can see. Why can't someone rescue me? I thought being someone was all I need. I don't know how to get free. Fighting to keep my sanity. Playing myself like I haven't lost my mind. Being alone a long time can do that. As the years pass around and my purpose is yet to be found. The power to scream and make a sound. The ability to share my pain all around. Taking a chance. Taking off the mask. Throwing myself out of the cage instead of bottling all this rage. Realizing things I never did before. Fighting battles I was born to lose. Life is made up of only what you choose. I can feel the flame going out before it's lighting. Sometimes I wonder what if I stopped fighting?

Verse 3: Fighting a battle, losing a war. Forgetting what I fight for. Forgetting why I even try. Forgetting why I cry. Tears can't change the world. Especially not mine for sure. Too tortured and too much in pain but if I explain it they will think I'm insane. They don't understand or care. That's why I never share. I never tell the story that changed my life into a nightmare. The reason I can't sleep. The reason I always weep. If they can't see the pain then they must not care. If they don't, what purpose is there? Is this the way we must all live or am I just the one fighting like this? Staring at night in those bloody eyes that does nothing more than make me cry. Keeping this is in kills me but will letting it out set me free?

Chorus: I can't take these problems. Every problem is another block chained to my feet. I try to swim. I try to breathe. In every second of everyday I feel a little bit of life as it goes away. Drowning where everyone can see. Why can't someone rescue me? I thought being someone was all I need. I don't know how to get free. Fighting to keep my sanity. Playing myself like I haven't lost my mind. Being alone a long time can do that. As the years pass around and my purpose is yet to be found. The power to scream and make a sound. The ability to share my pain all around. Taking a chance. Taking off the mask. Throwing myself out of the cage instead of bottling all this rage. Realizing things I never did before. Fighting battles I was born to lose. Life is made up of only what you choose. I can feel the flame going out before it's lighting. Sometimes I wonder what if I stopped fighting?