For crying out loud.

It's probably just a phase.


For Crying out Loud:

A picture of broken glass,

Classified by the shards of pain,

Hurdling around my brain,

As I watch myself,

Looking through a mirror,

Reflection lost and black,

My foundation, it cracks,

As I lose myself,

Feeling sorry,

Feeling daunted,

Being fearful,

Being haunted,

By the ghost of a past self,

For crying out loud,

For crying out loud,

If only I had control over my life,

And somehow I could turn back time,

And make things how they were supposed to be,

This person inside, this person is not me,

A stain of smoking blood,

Tears from the years before,

Always knocking at my door,

As I look back,

A sense of cruel words,

Printed in a burnt out book,

Causing me to turn and look,

Look somewhere else,

Dieing slowly,

Dieing in silence,

Always lonely,

Always broken,

By the ghost of a future me,

For crying out loud,

For crying out loud,

If only I could control my own life,

And somehow, once I’d turned back time,

I would make things how they were supposed to be,

Only to realise that in-fact, this was just for me,

Selfishness deprives us of sight,

But protecting yourself,

Protecting yourself is always right…