Slicedapplesauce - Cabin Fever

I'm psychotic, but still got it
They sold the dream, I guess I bought
Now I'm so out of touch in my rush for glory
I want I want it like no one ever before
That's just corny, like I'm different
I could say the words, but who's gonna listen
I been sounding distant, I lack connection
I know somethings missing, I lack perfection
Introspection brings rejection
My own reflection won't even show me affection
I try to take a direction, I encounter objection
Like I need correction when all I need's protection
This predilection been preying on my soul
My unhealthy obsession with advancing towards the goal
Dancing in the dirt I should be dancing with stars
Forever dancing with hurt, like I'm married to these scars

I was made for more
I was made to soar
But clipped wings got me clinging to the earth
My face in the dirt, I contemplate my worth
I was made for more
I was made to soar
The weight of the world's got me anchored to the ground
I try to make a sound but the silence holds me down

Break free from the madness
Wise words painted on the canvas
But in the grandness I find myself lost
Like my piece of the puzzle can't account for the cost
Tossed and turned thrown in a bottle and churned
Put in the fire I burned. I never learned
The pain I've earned is just the wage deserved
My rage preserved in a safe reserve
Caged and kept I never took my first steps
'Stead I looked out and leapt and then I fell to my death
I got my arms out trying to catch the breeze
Falling fast as leaves hoping I land with ease
I'm in the land of the free this is the city of dreams
But life's not what it seems when every thought's a disease
Impossibility reigns so possibility strains
Feasibility drains as futility gains

I was made for more
I was made to soar
But clipped wings got me clinging to the earth
My face in the dirt, I contemplate my worth
I was made for more
I was made to soar
The weight of the world's got me anchored to the ground
I try to make a sound but the silence holds me down

Wings spread, still I fall like lead
No matter what I've bled can never run ahead
Of the dread of failing all the silence wailing
Like the siren trailing behind a violent
Unveiling of the truth, am I destined to lose
I got so much to prove but can't get past my excuses
The passion refuses what every failure produces
Decisions are lasting, but am I the one who chooses

Written by:
Michael Wallace

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