I was meant to live dead
And die alive
Rejuvenated from inside
Eyes set firmly on the horizon
I knew where I was going
I made sure of it
So I wouldn't
Trip
Over my own feet,
Because to live alive
Was to die inside
And watch everything
Curl up at the edges
And burst at the seams
Wear out and break,
But in keeping my eyes
Looking forward
I can only say they've
Begun to rust
With everything I tried to save
And I'd love some oil
To smooth out my vision
So I can focus on what needs me most.
I hope I won't let myself go to waste.
Don't let me
Go to waste.
