Stormy Beach

 

Do you believe in a dream come true?

Do you believe it when they say you’ll pull through?

Could it be that they’re just feeling pity?

And you’re not falling for it now, Mr. Witty

It’s seem to be an illusion, but you’ve surpassed

Turn to the epilogue and happily ever after clearly doesn’t last

But could I be wrong, simply addicted to my past?

Maybe I’m just afraid that time’s going by too fast

Standing alone on a stormy beach

Shipwrecked by my own uncertainties

I’m lost in thought

Without tools to build my heart in whole

Some pieces are shattered, others are stole

And I’m lost in thought

In my mind I’m caught

 What is the point of going on we wonder sometimes

Why do we love those who evidently hurt our lives?

Don’t they tell you they care and disappear?

I wish I could travel back and listen to what I didn’t hear

I’ve been told a million times it’ll be better soon

When I’m sitting by the window crying to the moon

Wishing I could fly awhile attached to the string of a balloon

Is it possible I’m baffled in a self-created tycoon?

Standing alone on a stormy beach

Shipwrecked by my own uncertainties

I’m lost in thought

Without tools to build my heart in whole

Some pieces are shattered, others are stole

And I’m lost in thought

In my mind I’m caught

Oh, it’s a dangerous thing to permit the mind

This much time for thinking

Solitary moments when we’re reminiscing

Half of it is beautiful, but when you’ve lingered too long

The clouds turn grey, the sky fills with dismay

Philosophical contemplations gone disarray

So row a while and then return home or you’ll be

Standing alone on a stormy beach

Shipwrecked by my own uncertainties

I’m lost in thought

Without tools to build my heart in whole

Some pieces are shattered, others are stole

And I’m lost in thought

(Repeat x1)

In my mind I’m caught