Counting days
I often put the past ahead
It's a constant struggle between the pursue of distance and depth
And I fall apart between them.
Counting days because time doesn't wait for me
My world keeps getting shallow
All these years I have been burning inside
While I lost in touch with the kid I was.
Counting days because I lost it to find myself
Locked in to hide myself
Putting the pieces together while falling apart
Letting the pillow to soak the tears in the aftermath.
Counting days because reality is a lie
Or am I too sore to admit it?
I feel depleted of the essence of time
So I'll intoxicate myself until I relive it.
Counting days because its long gone.
Never been drained by the feeling
Have been played by it quite often
Time stole so much of me,
Still chokes my throat, the things I left unspoken.
