MISS MYSELF
WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON
2017
EVERYWHERE I GO, IT DON'T SEEM RIGHT
MISTY RAINY NIGHT
STREETLIGHTS REFLECTING PUDDLES IN THE RAIN
FEELS LIKE MY LIFE AGAIN
I DON'T KNOW HOW
THINGS EVER GOT TO THIS
STARTED WITH A GIRL AND A KISS
ENDED WITH ME, LIVING IN POVERTY
AND UNCERTAINTY
MY PEACE OF MIND SHATTERED
MY GOOD TIMES ON HOLD
WHAT I'M GONNA DO
I'D TELL YOU IF I KNEW
LIVING DAY TO DAY LIKE THIS
LIKE FALLING BACK ON MY HEELS
SEE HOW IT FEELS
THE SUN BREAKS OPEN ANOTHER DAY
AND NOW I DON'T KNOW HOW
TO GET BACK THERE, WHERE I WAS BEFORE
DIGNITY IS SLOW TO GO, BUT IT'S PACKING
WHILE I'M LOOKING FOR AN OUT
SURROUNDED BY ALL THIS DOUBT
I MISS MY LIFE, I MISS MY FREEDOM
I MISS MYSELF
I WANT BACK ON TOP SO I CAN SEE THE VIEW
GETS OLD FAST BEING BLUE
I COULD SEE IT IF I WASN'T TRYING
A MEASURE OF WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
WOULDN'T BE MUCH
I DON'T NEED TO SEE ANYMORE
I JUST NEED TO KNOW
WHICH DOOR LEADS BACK TO THE PLACE
I WAS BEFORE
NOTHING TO ME LOOKS RIGHT
DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE
HOW COULD IT HAVE GOT TO THIS
IT GOES ON, BUT FOR HOW LONG
ALREADY SEEMS LIKE FOREVER
SINCE LUCK CAME MY WAY
THE TRUTH IS NEVER KIND
I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP, BUT NEVER MIND
I'D LIKE TO SEE
I MISS MYSELF, THE PLACE I USED TO BE
THIS ISN'T ANY GOOD FOR ME
I MISS MY LIFE THAT'S A GIVEN
I MISS MYSELF CAUSE THIS AIN'T LIVING
IT STILL MATTERS NOW
BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW
TO GET BACK TO THE PLACE I WAS YESTERDAY
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE
I'M ALREADY FALLING
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING
I'M ON MY HEELS
CAN'T YOU SEE HOW IT FEELS
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