mercy

Pocket Thoughts

// mercy

Always yellin’
always tellin’ — the others the errors in my ways

no better than a felon
swearing that the past was just a silly phase

but my passions run deep
out of all my tendencies,
most are almost guaranteed to never change — Aw damn, is that a shame?

I’ve been through it and fell out, twice now
and somehow still torn about it anyway.
Why can’t I find peace? Please please mercy me..
it’s killing me, my lack of clarity with these reasons why I just can’t decide
if I should keep reaching, or just let it die
let it fade, let it ride
let it go, let it be
let it flow, let it bleed.
Let it breathe,
let time do its thing…

No, I know, I know..
it is what it is, now we just let it grow

So it goes, on & on.
I sink a little deeper when I feel you’re really gone.

I’m in too deep, now I’m losing all hope
& so I caved, and at once I chose
to fall once again
deep into my woes
& right back to my old ways, froze

still yellin’
still tellin’ you,
”Leave me alone”
for hours on the phone
— This is how I’ll cope.

Forever I’m yellin’-
fuck it, I’m beggin’
“Mercy”.