I'm walking down the path of forgotten moments
Stroking their shadows as I make my way past
Breathing in the spores of what could've been
Getting high from the endless possibilities
Until my defenses kick in and I start choking.
Then I split my hatred on those around me
Confused witnesses to my own self destruction
Infecting them with my mentality,
Amorality
Seems to be what gets them to remember me.
If I'm too quiet
Too loud
Too nice
Too rude
Too nurturing
Too cold
Too manic
Too depressed
Too happy
Too serious
Too caring
Too unbothered
If I'm too much for you,
Then honey
Go find less.
Your waves are scattering my thoughts
Like pebbles and seashells on the shore;
And whilst most of them may be intact
The broken ones hide gemstones and pearls
That you won't get to see.
So bring in your tides,
Then take them away.
Try and move me if you can,
I won't assume you'll stay
For long enough to make an impact.
Are you getting comfortable walking on that tightrope?
I see you juggling your feelings like they're someone else's.
You took the role of a clown too seriously, as if it's the only thing you'd ever commit to.
Can't you see the public gasping every time you lose your balance?
What happens when you fall?
Which side will you land on?
You know the thread is very fine and the weight of your choices is breaking it down.
The public is stunned by your charm and insanity,
They could watch you risk your life and they'd be entertained.
