Sat, 04/19/2014 - 19:01 -- Qualema

You lose, but your winning.

Your winning, but you're losing.

All of the choices your choosing,

All of the dreams you're pursuing,

Nothing makes sense.

You don’t know what you're doing.

It’s hard to get a clue when you're always clueless.

You’re feeling like nothing because you feel so useless.

Kind words can’t heal all the bruises.

Nothing is ever what it seems to be.

With clarity,

It’s easy to see.

With all the war around, It’s hard to just be me.

It’s easier to be you and experience all the things you go through.

I’d run a mile, just to walk an inch in your shoes.

I must be living a lie or it’s a lie that I’m livin’.

Some say that all sins can be forgiven,

But the greatest sin of all is to rob yourself of happiness

And never dare to fall victim to it all.

To never do, is to never live.

Never allowing a heart to give.

Never force a bid in the cards of life.

Never give in to all that hype.

Maybe I’m just not that type.

I’ll wait to be happy as soon as the time is right.

I won’t even speak, and I won’t put up a fight.

I’ll be on that first plane out, as long as I don’t miss my flight.

I’ll shut shit down, and I won’t even have to fight,

Because I know what’s wrong and what’s right.

I just gotta get the darkness out of my life.

As a matter of fact, I’m trying to get the darkness off of my light.

I aim to resemble the stars and shine so damn bright.

Mark my words, you’ll see, just watch me.

In the wake of my repentance, and I’ll be lighting up the skies tonight.


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