Three paces away.
Journey Through Inner Turmoil
Lyrics
I'm not good at all that much
I lack proficiency in many things.
I can't sing, i can't write and I know
I cannot sing or write, and I acknowledge my disconnect.
That I'm out of touch
I am out of touch with something, possibly emotions or reality.
I'm not worth much that, I know
I don't consider myself to have much value.
So maybe it's fair that these days
Loneliness pervades my days and nights.
And these nights feel so alone
Feeling isolated and alone during this time.
I've got worries, I've got sins
I have concerns and sins, but I recognize their relative insignificance.
But I know it's not all that
Despite worries, life isn't entirely bad in the grand scheme.
Bad in the scheme of things
Acknowledging the perspective that things could be worse.
And yet I lay here, half alive
Lying in a state of semi-aliveness, lacking willpower.
I can't find any willpower I need
Struggling to find motivation to improve life.
Now to fix this life
An awareness of the need to fix one's life.
I can't tell you why, I feel this way
Unable to explain the emotional state.
And I can't promise that I will
No assurance of future presence in three days.
Still be here in three days
The fragility of existence and the impact of a single mistake.
All it takes is one, miscalculation
A small error can lead to being stuck in stagnation.
To lock yourself into the
(Blank line, possibly emphasizing a pause or reflection.)
End to embrace stagnation
The consequence of a miscalculation is a stagnant existence.
I won't lie to you oh I'm not well
Admitting to not being well emotionally or mentally.
I'm three paces away from reserving
Close to surrendering to a negative state, symbolized as hell.
My place in hell
Distance from well-being, possibly a metaphorical three paces.
But it's not anyone's fault
Attributing personal struggles to deserving them.
It's what I deserve
Acceptance of personal responsibility for unspoken thoughts.
For the things that I've thought that I
Private thoughts that others are unaware of.
Know no one else has heard
A sense of isolation and responsibility for internal struggles.
If I cry for help, but no one can hear
Doubting the sincerity of feelings when seeking help.
Does it mean that the feelings
The possibility that unacknowledged feelings may lack authenticity.
I've felt have been insincere?
The fear of facing insincerity as a deep-seated concern.
Is that what I truly fear?
The true fear may lie in the fear itself.
I'm not worth much that, I know
Reiterating a sense of personal worthlessness.
And it's getting harder to find
The difficulty in finding reasons to persist.
A reason not to go
Contemplating the idea of giving up.
But I'm not done yet i'm still here
Not succumbing yet, still holding on to life.
So I'll stick around just
Choosing to endure for at least one more moment to seek joy.
For one more moment, to find some cheer
A commitment to persist for a brief moment to find happiness.
Comment