Wither With Me
Proletariat
Like the withering summer leaves
In the autumn breeze I stand here clinging to life
Drained of motivation, devoid of all emotion
I have become a mere shadow of my self
We all lose our selves sometimes I
N the tiring days and dreary nights
We are left stuck searching for answers
To questions we have created for ourselves
Regretful revelations dictate choices now
My hands have formed a callous
From failing to grasp hold of the ones I've loved
Slipping through I've lost touch with you
I forgot to love you
Slipping through I've lost touch
I forgot to love you
Has this made me a better man
Having failed myself and those who put there trust in me
Like the withering summer leaf
In the autumn breeze I stand here clinging to life
Drained of motivation, devoid of all emotion
I have become a mere shadow of myself
My misery is mine to keep
And I won't let just anyone take that from me
I won't let you tell me how to feel
I've placed myself here and I will find my way
And I will find my way
I'll take these fractured pieces of what I call my life
I'll piece back together something stronger than before
And I will find my way
And I will find my way back to you
I'll find my way back to you
If you would just wither with me