Slowing Down

When's it gonna be my turn?
When can I slow this run?
When will I finally feel the heat of the sun?

Its cold and lonely over here,
The darkest place is the place you face alone.

I'm slowing down.

Its not jealousy,
Cos it's not like I want you,
To lose your way,

Its not hatred or anger,
Its the morbidness of the unchanged,
Working its way into my head,
Drowning me until I'm dead,
Am I not worthy of the sun,
To shine on me and all I've done?

I'm slowing down.

Maybe it'll fall into place,
But is it foolish to be hopeful?

For far too long I've led the chase,
And I'm finally slowing down...

I'm slowing down.
And soon I'll be stopping.
To face the final scene.

It may be light,
It may be dark,
But it'll be the place I'm supposed to be,

I hope...
I hope...
I hope that hopeful isn't foolish to be.