Caught (unfinished)
On the inverse side, I wanted to write about what it would be like if someone was caught. I personally wouldn’t know how this would feel, but this would be my perspective on it.
It’s 3 A.M., I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling
Finding difficulty breathing through this empty feeling
The words we said reverberate while my mind is reeling
Lord, give me a sign; some spiritual healing
Gazing at the moon, thinking ’bout what I should do
Feeling like a damn buffoon, saying all those things to you
Yeah, I got a lot to prove; No, I ain’t gon’ play the fool
…It’s all this senseless resistance where all this hell ensues
Each and every day, thoughts like this won’t go away
What am I supposed to say? Say that everything’s okay?
No more games that I can play, things will never be the same
Opening my eyes will be the big mistake I make today
It’s 4 A.M., I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling
Finding difficulty breathing through this empty feeling
The words we said reverberate while my mind is reeling
Lord, give me a sign; some spiritual healing
It’s been the test of our moral fabric all along
How something that feels so good can’t ever really be so wrong
The next moment, the happy memories are forever gone
The empty shell of who you are is listening to this song
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Most of these are going to be unfinished, which actually provides anyone that reads it with an opportunity to add their own spin on it. If you can think of something to add to this or any of the other posts so far, feel free to leave it in the comment boxes below!
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