Walking Slow
One step at a time Running at Half speed hands clenched at my side
Though I'm fighting every movement my body's at war with my heart, shit I can't do this
I've done this once already
And Id do anything to never feel this ache
I'm not ready
Let me get caught in the hallway, ill turn around and hear
" Dear ? You're headed the wrong way"
"there's no one here that goes by that name"
Instead I feel regret, even today...
The desire to go back in time to that day
I'd be awake earlier
I'd make it in time
I'd get to feel your chest rise
And then I could actually say good bye
Dust clouds surround as I clasp my hands together
Desperate times call for old habits
Up to those gods of old where I haven't felt any peace and trust that so called faith
There's no saving me or my sister today
A two hour drive to a tragic destination
Several narcotics to hold my high although reality weighs me down low
No old tricks to rescue me
The doors of the elevator cage me in
The voice that brings me serenity is miles from here locked away
A gasp a choke held down tears in my throat
I feel sick to my stomach as I began walking slow
To the depths and abyss where your spirit no longer glows
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