Later You See

talkin to myself but i wish you could read my mind
i don't know how i feel anymore about the things we said
walkin by myself like i'm leaving you behind
i don't know how i still feel i could go ahead

anguish in your words and in my heart
i want to be free from the world, from my heart
it's 6 in the morning, but like every evening
i sit and i'm writing my every feeling

talkin to myself but i wish you could read my mind
the things we said start to take on shapes in my head
so when left unsaid, i'm left alone to find the signs
wish my wings would spread and fly me out of this bed

wish walkin by myself would give me all the answers
but wrestling with my thoughts won't let me see further
than the life i seem to flee
(than the lies we seem to live)

talkin to myself..
i have to remain positive
for my own health,
and for the ones around me

standing with love,
(but could the hate be inside me?)
or maybe this love,
is something i should stop searching

anguish in your heart, and from my words
getting you to see the good in the worse
but now that i can fly, it feels like a curse
so how justify all the joy and the perks

i long for peace, something like heaven
i choose to live..and do so with passion
i found some peace, (or is it depression?)
now who's to answer my innermost questions?

i don't know anymore how i feel about the things we said
we've come a long way from the time we met
walkin by myself, but with you i'll be fine
talkin to myself, prisonner of my mind