Golden Whispers
This empty feeling in my gut
Will it ever recede?
Or will it get the best of me?
We love to sin, they like to lie
But will you hide behind them?
The demons you confide in
Apparently I’m selling myself short
But I wasn’t, I was never sure
Where I stood with you
In the back of my mind
“It’s alright to not be fine”
This cold numbing feeling in my brain
Suddenly you don’t see me the same
Who do I have to blame?
When everyone I love forgets my name
The golden whispers in the wind
Dried up when I was just a kid
I gazed into those sullen eyes
Who am I kidding, it was never a surprise
That I’d turn out this way
Waiting for the leaves to decay
Apparently I’m insecure
But I wasn’t, I was never sure
Where I stood with myself
In the back of your mind
“It’s not alright to not be fine”
This cold numbing feeling in my brain
Suddenly you don’t see me the same
Who do I have to blame?
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