Colors and Liesbyfungetter©
Somebody save me, my thoughts are twirling,
The ground is spinning, the ceiling whirling.
If you look through my kaleidascope eyes,
All you'd see is colors and lies.
Can't concentrate, my mind whirls fast,
Thoughts unfocused, can't remember my last.
I have to get out of here, have to get sane,
I have a need to feel some pain.
The turmoil is here, I don't know how to hold on.
My biggest stronghold is my biggest fear,
I pray to God he doesn't leave me here.
These ups and downs are killing me,
More so than he can even see.
Others can bounce back, get right back up,
Not me, I plummet further and futher down.
My grip is slipping, can't keep doing this.
I need a rope, an anchor.
I think I left it in the middle of the lake,
Because it's sure not here.
How do I tell people what is going on?
Normally I bury it in the great beyond.
Surely im not so secluded, can't they see my fears?
I can't be this good at swallowing my tears.
I present a pleasant facade, color to all.
But its all a lie... The peace isn't mine.
Im spinning out of control.
Someone grab me.
And I can't leave just yet.