Still in the Quicksand

The perfect girl With the perfect family and life When really all I want is to stab myself with a knife My world is out of control My wants have been pushed away It’s everyone else’s thoughts that have been heard I’ll accomplish someone else’s dreams one day CHORUS Falling in the quicksand losing control and I am lost Falling in the quicksand Losing control and I am lost Trying to reach those finger tips Grazing the hand, but never grasping it I’m still in the quicksand always needing to be something more never being who you want all the presure to suceed people always find fault these pressures are drowning me pushing me deeper I’m quitting, I’m through Find a new girl, keep her CHORUS Why does everyone expect more? Why arn’t I ever good enough? Your words get to me every time Even though I try to be tough I’m slipping, losing control Being made into the your perfect mold no escaping now, its too late my fate lies in the quicksands hold Chorus Trying to reach those finger tips Grazing the hand, but never grasping it But now I’m making my own way! I now know what me is all about That hand has finally reached me! and it has pulled me out of the quicksand called life Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 01:59 PM PST   20 • 0 • 12