I guess thats why the call it the blues
I sit here,
Trembling hands huddled over the keyboard,
Trying to take the words out of my head,
And let them run free right here on this page.
My stomach is in knots,
I'm dizzy with nerves and fear.
Why am I here,
Oh why am I here?
A colored fog in the distance,
Shading the light I see,
It blinds me
Causing me to stumble,
Stumble,
Stumble.
I'm searching for the answers,
Trying to find the truth,
Hoping for a some kind of guide
To lead me to it.
I stumble,
Stumble,
Stumble.
I've heard that love will supply the answers,
To most of life's questions,
But all I've seemed to find
Is just more questions.
Why does it hurt,
When the phone doesn't ring?
Why is the pain so intense,
When I can't hear you say my name?
Why is the darkness,
Never this dark when you are near?
Why do I always pray
That you were here?
Why can't I find a medium ground,
On which to stand,
When all that is below me,
Is shifting sand.
Why is it my thoughts
Always of you?
Why is it that I'm afraid
That the love is not true?
Why does my heart
Feel like a darker shade of blue?
And I stumble,
Stumble,
Stumble.
Falling into you.
