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Normality
The radio’s playing static
I hear voices in the background
Telling me the world is hopeless
A generation of narcissism
When everything seems wrong
How can I look in the mirror and say, it’ll all be ok?
As the waves slip away, so do I just the same
I could be so pessimistic, it’s a shame
When I place myself in your arms
Could you be my last hope for, normality?
When stepping off the edge
I count back from ten
When I hit one I reawake
Finding myself at the start once again
A story that won’t ever end
And every time I try to change it
The fear becomes overwhelming
But this time I hold onto a dream
Somehow I believe maybe, she can be the one to save me
As the waves slip away, so do I just the same
I could be so pessimistic, it’s a shame
When I place myself in your arms
Could you be my last hope for, normality?
Maybe I don’t care for anyone
Maybe I really just care too much
Maybe I think a lot, and don’t really know anything at all
I look into an angel’s eyes
Ask her how I can change my views
Simply she says “Just stop trying”
With arms wrapped around her body
Everything becomes heaven
I’m forever protected
And everything doesn't seem so bad
I hear voices in the background
Telling me the world is hopeless
A generation of narcissism
When everything seems wrong
How can I look in the mirror and say, it’ll all be ok?
As the waves slip away, so do I just the same
I could be so pessimistic, it’s a shame
When I place myself in your arms
Could you be my last hope for, normality?
When stepping off the edge
I count back from ten
When I hit one I reawake
Finding myself at the start once again
A story that won’t ever end
And every time I try to change it
The fear becomes overwhelming
But this time I hold onto a dream
Somehow I believe maybe, she can be the one to save me
As the waves slip away, so do I just the same
I could be so pessimistic, it’s a shame
When I place myself in your arms
Could you be my last hope for, normality?
Maybe I don’t care for anyone
Maybe I really just care too much
Maybe I think a lot, and don’t really know anything at all
I look into an angel’s eyes
Ask her how I can change my views
Simply she says “Just stop trying”
With arms wrapped around her body
Everything becomes heaven
I’m forever protected
And everything doesn't seem so bad
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