Letting control go, letting it be
How foolish of me to let my life turn free
There is no control, turning into a black hole
Full of nothing but despair
Is that really fair?
I had the world in my hands, but my hands were like feet
Letting go of everything i gripped, admitting I'm beat
My world has turn upside down, an I frown
That I no longer have the lines of bound
The invisible lines i once had,
I stepped over
No longer a protected butterfly,
But an out in the open soldier
I fight to gain the control that I once had
But my world has turned insane, I left sad
I lie on the ground the dirt so cold on me
Actually put me 6 feet under, and then I'll be free
Because the control i don't have just can't be
For me, death is the answer, it's what I crave
Then and there i will feel and be saved
No longer defeated, because that feeling of defeat is beat
I am no longer weak, So feel my heat
That phase of my life is now COMPLETE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem