She's been down that road before
and as long as she knows that feeling
the need to walk back down it will always be there
it may be rare but ,it IS there, and it WILL remain.
Canâ€™t deny it,
On her â€œfriendsâ€ she wonâ€™t rely.
They lie, False directions they will give.
words of promise, that will never be kept.
A sentiment swept under a rug.
with all the others,
Yearning...Burning to have.
Although in time the rug will move.
Desires will be uncovered,
Once again, Sheâ€™ll sweep them away,
for as long as they will stay.
spirits will weaken soon,
and the road.... it wonâ€™t seem that bad.
For a while sheâ€™ll act as if everything's OK
Soon,the act will break and she will fall.
All she wants is her fake reality.
So with no directions needed, she'll find the road.
Once back in, it'll be all smiles and grins.
For a while her fake reality is all that's needed.
Sheâ€™ll wake back up and find herself,
once again, lost on this dreadful path.
Someone will drive by, and take her home.
In circles she will run.
every time the dirt finds itâ€™s way from under the rug.
So as long as she wonâ€™t admit..... help she will not get.