Fake It 'Til You Make It [Inspiration from John in Washington.]

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

"It's how we all feel when we lose control and our world takes one more hit."

Do you wake up and just feel dead?
As thoughts are running through my head
I wanna give up every second that I've wasted feeling.
For every night I think of you
I only miss you more it's true.
It burns so deep inside of me I try but can't ignore this
feeling welling up within.
It's sinking deep into my skin.
I'm running out and time is wearing thin.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.

I need a blue sky to look up to,
or something that'll get me through
this fucking nightmare. I can't stand to see you smile.
I paint the picture black and gray.
My silhouette will fade away.
I'm lying to myself just so I can make it through the day
I tried too hard to tell you how I
feel when I'm without you, how I
cry myself to sleep. I'm breaking up inside.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.

So what do you do to get rid of the apathy?
When your life turns from comic to tragedy
to drown in a bottle won't release you,
but it will confuse. You see nothing clearly.
Although feeling quite weary in that
simple state of toxicity, everything makes sense.
We're living through this hell on Earth,
but some of us have found that life is worth
it. So maybe if we try it's nice to tell a little lie
to make a spark light up inside and
give ourselves just one more night.

I wear masks as an extension of myself.
Should I add to this army of delusion?
Emotions, can they be controlled?
Distance seperates all from me.
Tear down the wall. You should do as you please,
Love as you will. I crave it but when it comes my way
I cower before it.
I want to change.
Yet everytime I try I feel more isolated.
I want to be loved.
Yet everytime I'm with someone I feel much more neglected.

I just can't stop this feeling.
I know it doesn't show, but it is so.
Every attempt always makes it worse. So why cause more pain?
I find my self blocking the very path which I must take.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.

© 2006