Sat alone in his room,
With no idea what to do,
Looking everywhere for a clue…
Outside and in, he’s always looking for you…
Wishing to hold
What was once untold,
That's a thought that is now bold…
Old feelings are now oh so cold…
Trying to find
Peace of mind,
Time can’t rewind…
It remains forever blind…
What once was whole
Is now a broken soul,
Black as coal…
Losing all control…
Head spinning day and night,
Breathing becomes constricted and tight,
Searching always for the revealing light…
Finding only his own lack of fight…
He’s failed at love thrice,
His heart can’t suffice,
He blames it on the roll of life’s dice…
Overlooking his emotional cowardice…
(this is a song I wrote around this time and it's stereotypical in all its connotations - yet, I like how the song sounds; the lyrics were adapted from my poem Overruled).
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