• nyctophilethoughts 1w

    Hope

    My feet are cold
    On my own fears I float.
    I dont got the hold
    On these life's metaphors.

    But i do fear
    That I can still feel
    Its in beneath
    But it would cost me my tears.

    And i am tired of hoping
    Cause i got no more tears, knowing
    I would still drown.
    Dont wana go
    Through what i already know hurts.

    Yet I live another day
    In the fields of astray.
    Carrying the piece of hope left
    Not letting it go away.

    The further i go
    The heavier it gets
    But its still that small
    With the bigger regrets.


    And i am tired of hoping
    Cause i got no more tears, knowing
    I would still drown.
    Dont wana go
    Through what i already know hurts


    I must be lost
    Cause the start did hurt
    And where i reached
    It still does.

    Doesn't matter if look back at it
    Or the front.
    Its all the same to my cold feet burns.

    And i am tired of hoping
    Cause i got no more tears, knowing
    I would still drown.
    Dont wana go
    Through what i already know hurts.

    It hurts,
    Hoping hurts