Track 10 from my 2009 album "Garden Variety". A sad song from an unhappy boy whose life's since turned around. I don't miss those days but I still think the song has a bit of beauty to it. The timing is not very tight in this recording but I probably won't ever record this song again.
Copyright 2009 Jason Withers.
*LYRICS*
I'm not blind, I can see
But I still couldn't seem to tell what was happening
Then maybe I am, figuratively
For clipping my own wings
But the world asks too much
And the people expect too much
And I've tried for so long to adjust
I can't do this alone but I don't know who I can trust
I think I'm just not good enough, unsatisfied
I can't tell if you can see it in my eyes
I want to change, and by God I've tried
I'm mostly certain that was not a lie
But the world keeps asking too much
From myself I don't expect enough
And I'm tired of screwing up
And I don't know why I've grown to hate your touch
And I think I know but it's hard to say
That's got me down today
Staring at the barricade
And I buckle to my knees
The mould's too tight a squeeze
I confess honestly
That I'm afraid that I would be asking too much
I know I never expected much
And I never meant to throw away your trust
But I'm gonna have to ignore your expressions of disgust
Because they're only making me want to give up
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