My Living Proof
What else am I to do with myself
What else to convey the way I'm feeling
I feel like I'm going insane
All these words swimming
Racking my brain
I'm bored with my life every other day
My heart aches for something new
Foundations as weak as clay
Fortune is not my friend it seems
Grinning in another direction
Spitting with objection
My mind spins into the mist that is the world outside the windows of my eyes
And in this moment I am free
Do I rip out my hair and run into the woods
Or pack my bags and see the truth
All I need now is my living proof
