The Move.

Watching my life change before my eyes,
It's hard to think, hard to synchronize,
My thoughts and my feelings,
All bundled up. My dealings,
All a lie I've given so that I can see,
Who I am and who I'm suppose to be.

There's this girl I see every once in a while,
She's exhausted, like she's been walking for miles.
She would be looking back at me, eyes so intense,
Like she's stuck in a yard behind a big fence.
She looks like she can't make it through the next day,
But then her face changes, she covers the fray.

When I look in the mirror the girl I've seen,
Is looking back at me, extremely unkeen.
It's scary to think that I'll do that today,
When it gets far too difficult for my emotions to stay.
I'll put them away like some change in my pocket,
They'll go in a glass jar, and become a dry socket.
I've been told is a barrier that makes me look proud,
Tucking them away, like being wrapped in a shroud.

It's become a complete reaction to tears,
That I've started to stifle, while meeting deaf ears.
I'm sick of seeming like such a big fake,
But I don't know how to break these walls that I make.
Each day that goes by, it's like falling in love,
Falling out of it, you need help from above.
I need some directions for these murderous paths,
Cause every one's anger is only suppressed to wraths.

I've only got a couple more chances,
To make this day better then all of my dances.
A prayer will rise from the ground to above,
And as believing in blessings, they'll fly in like doves.