In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
like quicksand
I don't remember it starting
it just always was
it's like I kept asking why
and it answered "just because"
I tried to lift myself up
but I kept sinking down
like quicksand
mom drove me to the doctor
I was all of seven years
the doctor asked me questions
he said "look what we got here
I think this boy is nervous"
gave me pills to turn me around
but it pulled me in
like quicksand
the harder I fought
the further down I fell
down down down
to a place I knew too well
I cried out for mercy
but silence answered back
while the enemy grew stronger
and ready to attack
somehow I grew older
how I did I do not know
punished by emotions
that didn't know which way to go
burying me deeper, man
deeper underground
like quicksand
I won't sacrifice my soul
though sometimes I fear I might
I'm broken and I'm tired
but I can't give up the fight
most times I think it's winning, though
and I believe I'm going to drown
like I'm in quicksand
it's like quicksand
and I'm up to my neck...
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