UNINSPIRED .
I'm safely out of range of
all the games that you play. And I'm so tired of
everything
you say. I'm not something you hate. I am the truth
that you hate. I am my weapon of
choice, and I choose to use my voice. I'm like a fatal
disease. I sneak inside
and
then leave you feeling pitiful and weak underneath.
Reckless and weary,
the truth has been buried.
Held down by the hand that refuses to carry the
burden you built. //// The lies, do you hear
me?
The insult, the white flag, you
refuse to carry. I'm letting you go. //// And all that you showed
me,
I'm
letting you know, that you don't control me.
////////////// The feeling is cold and life is
unfolding.
Reckless and weary, I'm desperately holding on.