Quicksand

Should I take a taxi.
Maybe the subway.
No, I want to fly my way home.
So, take the tubes out of my mouth.
Slip the needle from my vein.
It won't take away my pain.
God take my hand.
Pull me out.
Quicksand.
Don't try and rescue me.
Don't drag me down.
I want to fly in the sky.
Go round and round.
Don't pull me back to
the ground.
They keep tugging on me.
I just want to be free.
This is hell.
Just an empty shell.
So, take the tubes from my mouth.
Slip the needle from my vein.
It won't take away my pain.
God please take my hand.
Pull me out.
Quicksand.
I'm no longer cold.
It's time to fold.
I wanna see my mom.
It's been far to long.
She'll probably be pissed.
But I don't care.
Don't be sad for me.
It's not before my time.
God took my hand.
I'm pulled out.
Quicksand.
I can finally relax.
Set my feet the the clouds.
I have no doubts.
I can finally breathe.
Be what I wanna be.
My time to change out
of who I couldn't stand.
Because I'm finally out.
Quicksand.