I can’t be the only one
Who thinks about a ton
Who wants to run away from their future and their tomb
Who wants to stay at home; not grow old
Not think about scenarios untold
This is old
I don’t like being bold
I like staying in my shell
Knowing everything is well
Knowing everyone I ever met wouldn’t go to hell
Now, who would understand
All this pain that I have dealt; to myself
All these thoughts running wild, trapping, like a cell
O well, yeah that’s what I used to think
But nothing’s well in my mind, just good old memories
That’s all I hold, I hold on to past
Thinking if I do, then this would all last
That I’ll bask, in the shine of my soul, as I grow old
NO; I don’t want to be told
All these things about the wisdom, or the money I could gain, all the things that I could witness, stepping out of this insane...
NO; I don’t want to move forward and grow old as I’m told.
I want to believe I’m someone special
who has a certain hope,
that this is all fake
and we could just go straight home
That I’ve have this option, not to grow old, like I’m told.
What’s the joy in that,
I mean sure we get more opinions, that’s a fact
But I’ll lose what I love,
My family, my dogs and a couple of numskulls, I just can’t
The thought would drive me mad!
I literally count the hours of how long the day I have,
That’s just the way, I’ve been living these years
A way that I have clung to,
feeling all the tears,
feeling all the fears
I’ve tried to stop,
but then it starts again,
getting married, start a family, have a husband and have a son.
I’m so done...
I want time to be gone,
or to have somebody to hold me and whisper it’s ok,
that I could move on with a smile on my face,
with no hate.
Is that too much to ask,
I need you too soon, don’t know how long I can last,
please…
Do you think you can do that?