ake up, wake me up. I don’t like this dream I’m having. This nightmare that won’t leave. Pinch me, punch me, throw water on my face, something. I hate this. It won’t stop. I’m stuck in this re-run of all the bad things I’ve done. Running over and over again before me. I’m being made to watch. I want to change, I will change. I won’t do it again, I promise. Yes, I’ve said that before, but I will this time. This is the time for change, the time for everything in me to change. Life itself will change. I want something new. Something not this, not here. Anywhere but here. This dull-drum place that’s not going anywhere. I need to break out, break free. Help me.
|The Album Leaf|