Sitting next to the lake staring at your relecton..every few seconds.
You see no one when you peek.
You might just be something a little like me.
... As you sit and look for the missing "thing"; you ponder at your reflection.
Lookng, and searching for pretection.
You might just be something a little like me.
Of all places why the lake?
Why here instead of there
"The lake speakes in silent harmonys to your heart.
And mends back the fallen pieces that have fallen apart.
If you reach out to the lake but you are to afraid of the courious meet.
You might just be something a little like me.
Reasons of coming to the lake..
To sit and search, Jump and drown?
The lake is where you come to try to be found.
If you feel that way think that way
You might just be something a little like me.
Looking for something thats already there is my number one fear.
If you fear who you are and raise to who youre wanted to be..
You might just be something a little like me.
If you are imagined as a cookie cut poerson & at home you transform into a person that,
No one wants.
No one hears.
No one sees.
No one loves or gives them needs.
You might just be something a little like me.
When you look to the lake and see more than simple drops of water.
But you see drops of emotions
Sad mad depression fear hurt pain blood and tears
That all run together.
The burrden of what to do, how to do it and when.
Seems like peace of mind will never begin.
You lean back and look to the sky for advice.
Why do you have what you have and get what you've got.
Why am i here right now, exsiting in this spot.
Im better off in the sky floating with the stars.
Insead of sitting by the lake searching for who you are.
If it was your choice you would never come back.
Because searching would turn into jumpin and thats a fact.
Dont jump! Do jump? Look for yourself
Well you give up your eyes are paralized, youre tired as hell.
You wish your next life..You wish it well.
You look into the lacke one final last time,to hope you see yourself.
You clinch your eyes shut tight and hope with all your might.
That when you open them youre life will begin.
You see the person you've been waiting to see.
If this has happened to you, you might just be something a little like me.
Now you see you finally found
Even though the "hard" part begins.
Remebering not to lose yourself. Not to lose yourself again.