In my basement I wonder why im here.
The reasons come and go but without an answer, I remain.
I would have to say that it is because of an irrational fear
One that I cannot contain.
What would it be like to never be afraid?
I ask myself this quite often.
Supposing this were possible I would call her,
I would stick out my chest and howl at the moon.
I wouldn’t let anyone tell me no.
Id make them say yes. And if they didn’t say yes……
…..they would eventually.
Or so the mind would think………
Someone told me that the definition of insanity is to try the same thing over and over again expecting a different result.
Fearlessness and insanity are bedfellows
That pleasure each other
Cause the other one to grow
And like all things that don’t last forever
At one point they are nothing
But a memory.
I don’t want it anymore
slink back in a corner
im only here because of strange bedfellows
and one of them couldn’t keep a secret
the one who was wronged got killed by the other
and drove an innocent man insane.
I wont try it anymore honey
The things ive been trying to win you back
Im just the innocent man that was a victim
You were mine………
and I was yours.