I’m climbing this confusion.
Feel like I'm in too deep.
These voices never sleep.
They always turn,
these wheels are always turning.
A gypsy inside the madness
held hands with misery.
Became my own enemy.
I feel the burn,
the weight of hope that is still intact.
Bracing myself for the impact, holding on.
Never give up, never look down, never look back!
Hindsight only left me blinded!
I was afraid and angry.
Cut down my family tree.
Wondered why I couldn’t see,
these fists were always closed so tight and shaking.
They need release.
Every breakdown, all the crashes,
looking for pieces of me in the ashes!
All that I am is closing in on open-minded!
Bracing myself for the impact, holding on.
Never give up, never look down, never look back!
Hindsight only left me blinded!