All I wanted was a minuscule taste of purpose
To believe I was right where I was supposed to be
I want a taste of accomplishment
A mere taste of my own thoughts
Hers are tangled inside of mine
I couldn’t tell you if this is her voice
Or mine
Has there ever been a difference?
She crawls through the muck in my brain
And stirs everything up
She misses the taste of letting things go
She misses the way crumbling to pieces was easier
Than to face your problems and deal with them
All I wanted was a minuscule taste of purpose
To believe I was right where I was supposed to be
I want a taste of accomplishment
A mere taste of my own thoughts
Hers are tangled inside of mine
I couldn’t tell you if this is her voice
Or mine
Has there ever been a difference?
She misses running to find better things than heaven
To her delusions of reality are better than the harsh reality
She wishes to be set free to roam
Cause hate and discontent
Block out everything bad that has ever happened
I look in the mirror and she smiles
Her eyes are merely a strangers
She isn’t as pretty as I once thought
She used to protect me and take care of me
Now she only hurts me
She causes only self-destruction and self-mutilation
All I wanted was a minuscule taste of purpose
To believe I was right where I was supposed to be
I want a taste of accomplishment
A mere taste of my own thoughts
Hers are tangled inside of mine
I couldn’t tell you if this is her voice
Or mine
Has there ever been a difference?
Except She is merely myself staring in my own bathroom mirror