The Motions
The Motions
Will anyone please help me find
Some way to justify the actions
I'm plotting in my head
Just can't escape this feeling
I've got going inside me
Lunging at my security
I'm spiraling in decline
Still trying to deny
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
Not much time, I'm running out
How is it everyone is passing me by
No, I don't talk to anyone
Could that be part of the problem
Maybe quite possibly you're right
I'm spiraling in decline
Still trying to deny
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
Lost in a sea of all the things that I can't have
Depression has the upper hand now
If I don't hoist the anger soon
Will I be shackled to this mast
For the rest of my life
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
Will anyone please help me find
Some way to justify the actions
I'm plotting in my head
Just can't escape this feeling
I've got going inside me
Lunging at my security
I'm spiraling in decline
Still trying to deny
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
Not much time, I'm running out
How is it everyone is passing me by
No, I don't talk to anyone
Could that be part of the problem
Maybe quite possibly you're right
I'm spiraling in decline
Still trying to deny
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
Lost in a sea of all the things that I can't have
Depression has the upper hand now
If I don't hoist the anger soon
Will I be shackled to this mast
For the rest of my life
Many times I find myself
Lost in everything I felt
Floating adrift with no way out
Wishing I could mold the past
To fit better and at long last
Life would be more than the motions
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Writer(s): Jacob Cade
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