They say I can't dig myself deeper
Into this hole that I've drilled
They say the only way to go is up
And that I should be thrilled
But what if I told you that I like it down here
And starting the climb is what I really fear
They keep telling me to keep climbing up
But I've barely started and I've already given up
I feel so wrong without my sadness and doubts
So I just fall back to the bottom without a sound
Now they're all disappointed
Well, maybe they should be
Because I'd lose my mind
If I am finally happy
But I'm not sorry at all
No
I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry at all
Because before you fly you gotta let gravity take control
And I'm not sorry at all
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PoetryMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
