Quicksand [Emo]

Standing like a sore thumb, out,
notice your image is different.
Traits that change, it's just too quick,
follow on clues and guess what, that's what, it's like.
Follow your ups and downs,
it's safe to say that I can't tell.

All sense aside.
Left out in the cold,
sight of your routine getting old.
Blame some indifference inside,
taken on shapes not to selective.
Just what you find.

Looking for seconds of peace of mind,
pieces of something to hold on to.
A job that you just can't hold down,
distracted for seconds, you're gone.
Follow your ups and downs,
it's safe to say that I can't tell.

All sense aside.
Left out in the cold,
sight of your routine getting old.
Blame some indifference inside,
taken on shapes not to selective.
Just what you find.

Where you find it.

Needing to find something,
is everything ok.
I hope you find your niche, someday soon.
Easy to change your phase,
to move from where you stand,
but you got to keep that face.
Each change you plan.

Wonder,
is everything ok,
the problem is hesitation.

Treating your days like a countdown.
Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,
and you get nothing done,
and this is what you want.
Lost touch and,
you turn your back and your some friend.
Sterile conversation,
learn to talk a good game.
Talk your way out,
it’s a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what they’ll put up with.

You got your chance to say what you wanted to.
But you never do,
stand up to the ones that keep you down,
now you can see right through it all.
Lost touch and,
tracing your steps you can’t begin.
You can’t start,
to say what your thinking and why not.
Talk your way out,
it’s a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what they’ll put up with.

Sticking it out ‘til you can’t get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when you’re told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will.

Sticking it out ‘til you can’t get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when you’re told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will.
Testing the ends of what they put up with.

I, said,
Why do I always have to spell it out for you?
Our story is always changing.
We change it to hide the pain.
And when the truth rears,
its ugly head, it’s all too late.
Too late for the omission,
that you kept inside and wished it wasn’t you.

Does it seem like the same man?
Doesn’t seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall,
falling, down.

You can wave goodbye to your bad side,
and suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind.
There is no need for lies if the news ain’t breaking.
Framework falling,
down on the downside,
built on a weak spot,
facts hiding in your mind,
wait until the bomb drops.
We have more sense than lies.
The story is in our eyes.

Does it seem like the same man?
Doesn’t seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall,
falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops.

It doesn’t seem like the same man?
Doesn’t seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall,
falling, down.

A trap to fall,
fall into easy,
believe in what you look like, outside.
A stain you can’t remove.
A stain that keeps you from that place,
where you’d probably have much left to prove.
Come down, don’t fall, over your ego.
Don’t mind your friends,
they just want to go where the fun goes down.
Yeah, you want to go up, up-up, up,
hip, hip, hooray, for you.
Now your the one that everyone talks about.
The attention your not getting it makes you so upset.

So take, me down,
to the place where you can look your best,
better than anyone else around.
A stain you can’t remove.
A stain that keeps you from that place,
where you’d probably have much less to prove.
Once you tried.
Once you tried,
tried to get it right,
but you couldn’t figure out what it takes,
to be liked,
you’re grown up.
And now you’ve gone back,
to find, a way, to get, along, it’s just, an act.
You can wipe that smile.
Now you’re the one that everyone talks about.

Take time, take it easy.
I know you work so hard,
but your advantage is your beauty,
and that’s beautiful.

Take time, take it easy.
I know you work so hard,
but you know what your advantage is,
and that’s beautiful,
and that’s beautiful,
and that’s beauty.

To stand the test of time,
to stand alone.
To be without the glue,
that keeps us glued together.
And feeling so excrementable.
It only goes to show you,
how many ways you don’t know you.
When the bad sets in,
I could use some sleep.
Resting, falling,
falling deeper than deep.

We miss the point to carry on,
we miss the point.
To carry on where.
Things you love but did not get.
And all the times you’ve been upset by,
unfulfilled dreams and visions,
and the guilt for your wrong decisions.

It’s so hard to pry away.
Pry out from under all the lies,
and distractions of the world,
You’ve seen what they can do,
but you can’t see your way out.

We miss the point to carry on.
All thing fall through.
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment.
So unsatisfied,
when the sight's set higher.
Some can’t achieve, don’t believe,
there is light at the end at all.

There’s no light.

Time to reach out for what’s real,
it’s easy to miss, insist,
that you shouldn’t always follow the first thing you feel.

Inequity solace,
in your driven sate.
Seize your right to earn the same.
She wants it.
How long must we wait,
before they take our side?
Sordid Practice,
engine overheated.
There’s no way to cool.
Turned up on your side,
the one that you choose.
Why should they mind,
scared of what your thinking.

A strong resistant.

Sunday feeling,
under weight of what’s to come.
Tired of living under thumb.
She wonders,
why did you say what you said.
Silently living is death.
Shout him down,
it’s worth it,
no compromises on this.

Turned up on your side,
the one that you choose.
Why should they mind,
scared of what your thinking.
Scared of what your thinking.

She wonders,
How long, have we been senseless.
So tired and pensive.
Instead of stand up,
stand to the side.

Feel a strong resistant.