angry

Sometimes angry feels a whole lot like sad.

I don't know which one comes first.

I only know it hurts.

And I don't want to be angry.

And I don't want to be sad.

I'm just so tired.

Sad is so big and so heavy.

And anger is a prison cell.

I desperately need to escape

But I can't get away

From the reality that I live inside

From the person that I live inside

And I fight and kick and scream

And tear at the bars

Tear at my skin

Try to leave

But where can I go?

There is nowhere for me.

So the anger must be suppressed.

The fire must burn to embers

Until there is nothing left.

Nothing but a big empty hole.

And sadness floods the cell.

Because ignoring it doesn't take it away.

in sweet september

In sweet september

Repeat, remember

What's new, what's borrowed

What's true and true tomorrow

September air and autumn sun

The leaves will turn and colors run

She waited for some place to start

The colors ran off with her heart

And she knows how the seasons change

When only this hope remains

In sweet september

Repeat, remember

What's new, what's borrowed

What's true and true tomorrow

New beginnings, evening chill

Looking for some space to fill

She wanted sunshine, wanted cold

Something young and something old

And all things soon will grow cold and die

Still she knows what it is to be alive

In sweet september

Repeat, remember

What's new, what's borrowed

What's true and true tomorrow

In sweet september

Fires burn to embers

Softly, and fading

Love what's remaining