My Continual Confusion

My Continual Confusion

2024-04-28

Créé par Cold3366 avec Udio AI

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My Continual Confusion

2024-04-28

Lyrics

Through the hardships and trials I must sustain Hoping the choice I make won't be in vain [Pre-Chorus] Paces back and forth, in contemplation's grip Words escape me, as I bite my lip The edge of resolve, so easy to slip With each option pondered, I feel my heart skip The way I let things escalate to violence, The way I sit patiently and wait, The way the only words that I speak are silence, I simply just cannot wait to hate, The way I just release all the rage inside me, The way I take actions I'm the things I believe, The way I lurk and perversely embrace all of my hate, The anger will awake and permeate I stand at crossroads with a heavy heart, Choices weigh me down, tearing me apart I feel the pressure, it's a crushing weight, Each path I ponder, is this twist of fate? These moments linger, like a brewing storm, The struggle within me, far from the norm A mind engaged in a war with the soul Choices cut deep, like a treacherous hole The ticking of time, it's a deafening sound Paths once clear, now just shadows on the ground [Chorus] In the fight of my life, with each breath I take Battling the crossroads, with every high stake I'm the hero and the villain in my tale, The silence and the storm, the hammer and the nail, In my minds dark theater, the beast takes the stage, Ripping through the script of my life's worn page, Wrestling with demons that don't even show a face, With every step forward, I find another maze, Whispers in my ear, a siren's call to the deep, A restless soul with a promise I can't keep, The future's on my shoulder, a specter, cold and vague, Uncertainty's the anchor, in this endless drag, In the mirror's gaze, all I see is strife, Decisions weigh me down, cut through me like a knife The burden on my chest, heavy as the night, Yet I gotta choose my path, gotta fight the fight [Verse 3] Torn in the web of right and wrong, Worry's symphony, a siren song