Sunday, 29 March 2009

Just out of Spite

There's a voice in my head
Telling me I might as well be dead
On these bad, bad days
When nothing seems to go the right way
Telling me to give it up
Walk away
Because this could never be the right way

There's a tone in their voice
Screaming that I don't have a choice
No choice but to fail
Because I'm just too frail
Screaming me to give in now
Take a bow
It's time for the curtain to fall

Would you give up
Say 'enough'
And accept the way it is?
Could you give up
Vanish in a 'puff'
Be a victim of their truth?

That is what I ask
On these bad, bad days
And I say 'no'
Just out of spite
When nothing is going the right way