The Sounding Line

The Sounding Line
I have dreams, motivation, dying slowly from complication
A little truth, is all I’m trying
I’m only afraid to be replaced, by a piece of paper and pretty face
This little cube, is where I’m dying

To think it’s wasted, to think it’s lost, I took my time, I chose a cost
And now I’m dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now I’ve been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest
Set the stage, a fabrication, dim the lights, turn to face them
Tell yourself to never waiver
And now I’m afraid that all along, I’m taken for granted and long forgot
I’m fine for now, I’ll catch up later
To think it’s wasted, to think it’s lost, I took my time, I chose a cost
And now I’m dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now I’ve been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest

I’m dying to say, I’m on my way, I’ve never been the one to speak of something gone
Time has a way, doesn’t have to beg, never asks for change, it doesn’t have to
And now I’m dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now I’ve been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest