I'm sitting in this coffee house
Millions dancing in my head
Inside myself, I'd like to shout
I'll sit instead...
Emotionally dead
What has become of me within?
It is often hard to sort...
Where shall I begin?
Searching and sifting through my life...
These desires, exceptance and strife.
I'm enamored by this heated fireplace
I realize, I haven't studied even one face
In this crowded space...
And selfish race
I feel I've come so far away
Though I'm frightened still today
Why has my prince not shown for me?
Doesn't he, too, own the dream I see?
Do I care to share...?
Clear the slate I wear...?
Expose this cross I bare...?
I'll do the best to choose
While you still refuse
In lover's game, I sadly lose
More expectant satisfaction
Yet you'll unallow of smallest fraction
So, to you, I quit giving
For myself, I'll start living
Breaking free of this vice...
I make no mistake twice
Millions dancing in my head
Inside myself, I'd like to shout
I'll sit instead...
Emotionally dead
What has become of me within?
It is often hard to sort...
Where shall I begin?
Searching and sifting through my life...
These desires, exceptance and strife.
I'm enamored by this heated fireplace
I realize, I haven't studied even one face
In this crowded space...
And selfish race
I feel I've come so far away
Though I'm frightened still today
Why has my prince not shown for me?
Doesn't he, too, own the dream I see?
Do I care to share...?
Clear the slate I wear...?
Expose this cross I bare...?
I'll do the best to choose
While you still refuse
In lover's game, I sadly lose
More expectant satisfaction
Yet you'll unallow of smallest fraction
So, to you, I quit giving
For myself, I'll start living
Breaking free of this vice...
I make no mistake twice
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