Take The Low Road - Crisis

… in all this time i have learned that no one speaks my language.

i learned long ago that i walk

alone.

(i don’t believe in me) what can i say, 2 days dark and grey,

and not much different from

yesterday.

i hate what i am, not much more pleased with what i’ve become.

used to close the

door and sleep away the days (i don’t believe in you) what can i say,

time is the enemy.

it makes

me empty.

it is the thief of me.

so i went to the big door and asked the old

man for a favor

(SHOW ME A BRIGHTER DAY) down here in this mud where i’m stuck

(felt a ghost of myself running away) (SHOW ME A BETTER WAY) i hate what i am.

not much more pleased with what i’ve become.

used to close the door and sleep

away the days,

but i’ve come to face the day when my childhood was taken away.

these movements

of

displacement say: yesterday will never be back again.

(build a wall around

inside out.)