If I say yes, will my ambitions regress?
If I turn blind eyes, will another arise?
I find myself suffocating in thought,
a little distraught,
so far from the goal I have often sought.
A monster you say?
I've one inside.
Still beating and still alive.
Still waiting for her moment to rise.
My vice is your anchor.
Just be sure to thank her.
If I turn blind eyes, will another arise?
I find myself suffocating in thought,
a little distraught,
so far from the goal I have often sought.
A monster you say?
I've one inside.
Still beating and still alive.
Still waiting for her moment to rise.
My vice is your anchor.
Just be sure to thank her.