Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Obsession, artist - September Stories. Album song Unopened Letter, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Obsession |
It only does this because I let it |
And it only takes control because I feed it |
And after giving in for the hundredth time today, I feel as if I need it |
I know it’s just thoughts running through my head |
But it feels so real |
It feels like you and me |
It’s like a helpless disease of the mind |
That deteriorates and eats at my thoughts |
Poisoning every thought and image |
And making them one of it’s own |
Everytime I try to overcome, I succumb |
Giving in to the thoughts holding me captive |
The thoughts that define me in all that I am |
It feels surreal wondering if I’d be better off dead. |
But is it real? |
Is what should be asked instead |
It’s been 15 years that I’ve held on to this question |
15 years that it’s consumed me with it’s haunted remark |
All along feels that I’ve been shooting blanks in the dark |
Seeking answers to questions I can’t even comprehend |
And somedays… somedays! |
I wonder if this is it |
If this is all I’ll ever amount to |
If this is all that I’m supposed to be |
(Sang beneath spoken word) |
And at a quarter past three |
I sold my life of simplicity |
For something more |
And maybe you can’t see it |
It’s a dark feeling that eats away at all |
Happiness from avoiding all of your fears |
A feeling that tears down all those walls |
That you’ve been building up over the years |
Those walls that made you feel safe in your head |
As if nothing could possibly go wrong |
But you always knew that they would fall |
All along |
Everytime I try to make this right |
It loops itself again and in the end I’m the one to blame |
Like having a conscience, but yet feeling no shame |
It’s a delusional hold on the mind |
That recreates those past horrors that you’ve been running from |
Once lost, but not forgotten |
It takes years of trial and error |
And even then you may not reach a definite end |
It’s a disease that changes how you think |
Changes what you think is rash and how you react and makes you seem different |
when you try to interact |
And makes it impossible to ever go back to the expression of normal |
Or how it used to be |
Because how it used to be… has gotten so far… away from me |
(Sang beneath spoken word) |
And at a quarter past three |
I sold my life of simplicity |
For something more |
And maybe you can’t see it |
But the fact that you left me |
Has made me free |
Free to make this choice |
To end this dull and lifeless play |
That I call purpose |
Just like those memories of you and me |
I swear we could lay there for hours |
And do nothing but talk about the past |
And life to come |
Not once filled with a dull moment |
And now I just want to know what’s running through that head of yours |
Maybe I can overthink my way in and know exactly how you feel |
Or if you thought for even one second that what we had was real |
I know I’ve never been the same since that time |
It’s like this contagion of the mind |
Fears you or I finally can ignore it |
No matter the reasoning, I just want to have control it |
But honestly, I don’t know if I can |
It’s like I’ve let the devil wrap himself around me |
I’ve been filled with more fear going down |
Than I ever have in the surface |
I try not to be scared or nervous |
But I think I’ve just come to terms with my purpose |