paradise

I'm sorry I abandoned you for silence.
Couldn't find the things to say, can never find the things to say.
That looming emptiness, I understand it better now.
Friend, not foe.

It's been a month, with eager eyes and amber skies.
Every day I miss home.
What has happened to dauntless me?

Sometimes I think it's because I try so hard to be someone I'm not.
Less of me, more of you right?
But the voices in my head are drowning You out.
Each one begging to me heard, each one demanding my attention.

So that's my downfall.
Wanting to give in to everyone.
Here you go, here you go,
dishing out ripped pieces - bloodied and raw.

I don't know how to live for myself.
You could take a bit of me,
or all of it.

I don't know anymore.