Pensive young one.
I've given up, on giving up slowly
I'm blending in, so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Cause I know, to live, you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while, you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go, I promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape
I've given up, on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
You showed me the way, and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
And the while, you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go, I promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake, yeah
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained, and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for You to do what you can with me
But I can't ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while, you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go, I promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape
-Relient K
Be My Escape
posted by Painted-Eyes @ 2:50 p.m.
7 Comments:
mashallah, I love the young one, so deep into thought or perhaps day dreaming, who knows, but being in that state of any states of mind to be in, is the best state, I think anyway
You're a dreamer too eh? =)
perhaps just a little or a lot, depends I guess.
i think its the fact that i was and I miss it
Go ahead, dream a little.
you know i was thinking about what you said and decided that I can't dream because i find that often dreams are falsities (if thats a word) that we create to make ourselves feel good about ourselves, like we can be the person we think we are in "real" life as perfect as possible in our dreams but that is not reality. I think I am too old to dream in that sense, i think I dream about being able to cause change, like in Africa or in Pakistan, etc. These are the dreams I dream now, but I think I miss the dreams I once had and let myself have before. Being as innocent a that child, but the harsh reality of life is simply that we all have to accept life at some point in our lives, its what we dream of at that time that truly matters.
I don't know why ...nevermind Im rambling now, wow, its long...sorry
You're never too old to dream.
That's like saying you're too old to play. You're never too old to play. The only thing that changes is the interpretation of the word. When you were a child, play would mean to have fun in the playground or hold out your Barbie dolls or man figures and play with them. You would have these imaginary conversations and build up these amazing stories inside your head that you’re acting out. Now, our meaning of "play" has considerably matured and we no longer hold figure and animate them. But nonetheless, we still play.
I believe you still have some potential in you to start dreaming again.
:)
optimism....
mashallah
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