Web of familiarity by Matasha Y. Lee
In your heart you tell yourself, Never again.
You attempt to move on from what you once knew
But deep down you hope someone misses you as you take one step forward,
But in reality like the clock keeping up with time,
You realize not a soul stops and wanders.
You realize in frustration that there must be one
So before you move on to new ground
You dare travel back to the old, to the familiar place
Only to witness that life moved on without you
But you see what use to be
In the web of lies you tell yourself
It is better here.
You tend to set up shop back into the comfort of troubles
Only to dance with the illusion of happiness
Until sadness rears its ugly face
And the love ones you saw as healthy and whole
You realize that they are deteriorating.
The friend you once adored develops horns of the enemy
And you begin to realize that you are dancing with death
So before you try to escape back into the serenity of moving on
You are now caught up in the web.
You pray and pray, God rescue me
As He begins to cut the cord.
He sees you broken and troubled
And says have trouble no more
With nothing left you throw up
Your hands and say, Lord, I surrender.
He places you on the right track
And in hopes you finally take the new path.
In your heart you tell yourself, Never again.
You attempt to move on from what you once knew
But deep down you hope someone misses you as you take one step forward,
But in reality like the clock keeping up with time,
You realize not a soul stops and wanders.
You realize in frustration that there must be one
So before you move on to new ground
You dare travel back to the old, to the familiar place
Only to witness that life moved on without you
But you see what use to be
In the web of lies you tell yourself
It is better here.
You tend to set up shop back into the comfort of troubles
Only to dance with the illusion of happiness
Until sadness rears its ugly face
And the love ones you saw as healthy and whole
You realize that they are deteriorating.
The friend you once adored develops horns of the enemy
And you begin to realize that you are dancing with death
So before you try to escape back into the serenity of moving on
You are now caught up in the web.
You pray and pray, God rescue me
As He begins to cut the cord.
He sees you broken and troubled
And says have trouble no more
With nothing left you throw up
Your hands and say, Lord, I surrender.
He places you on the right track
And in hopes you finally take the new path.
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