Infecting Infestation
I can't decide if I would love to forget or I simply hate to remember
Looking at my past self I see nothing but regret and I detest her
Somewhere in the midden of this life I once had a purpose
Before the end of everything I hoped for and after my first lessons in pain
I have come face to face with every flaw within me (at least each one the world has been kind enough to hate)
And I do not know how to forgive the actions that destroyed me, mine and theirs
So I lie awake at night and soulless drift to dreaming
I know myself to be a dead thing though I'm still living
And I can't decide which pain is more exquisite:
To have my dreams, and taste them real, only to fail and lose
Or
To have dreams, and never realize them, only to fail and lose
(though in a lot of ways, the second choice can be considered not-playing, and thus losing cannot happen)
When I was driving home tonight I remembered (again) why I sleep so much: it's because you can't run while you're sleeping, and you don't remember what it's like to be awake.
Looking at my past self I see nothing but regret and I detest her
Somewhere in the midden of this life I once had a purpose
Before the end of everything I hoped for and after my first lessons in pain
I have come face to face with every flaw within me (at least each one the world has been kind enough to hate)
And I do not know how to forgive the actions that destroyed me, mine and theirs
So I lie awake at night and soulless drift to dreaming
I know myself to be a dead thing though I'm still living
And I can't decide which pain is more exquisite:
To have my dreams, and taste them real, only to fail and lose
Or
To have dreams, and never realize them, only to fail and lose
(though in a lot of ways, the second choice can be considered not-playing, and thus losing cannot happen)
When I was driving home tonight I remembered (again) why I sleep so much: it's because you can't run while you're sleeping, and you don't remember what it's like to be awake.