Dwell

Dwell
You know it so well
The same old story to tell
Your own private hell
Where you can dwell

It was a bad fit right from the start
But we all need a hiding place
Where no one knows us
Because we still don’t know ourselves
So we run and hide thinking we’re so smart
Trying desperately to just keep pace
To our blind ambition and how we think we should be
But that isn’t who we see
When we look in the mirror

Dwell
Discarding the prize
Sandstorm burning your eyes
Subconscious lies
On which you dwell

Dwell
What you needed to do
It was too sudden and too new
You wonder if she knew
And if she dwells

You know it’s too late
Too late to say you’re sorry
It was always too late
Because it was never meant to be
It will always be too late
Always forever but never seen
Forever is never too late
To never say you’re sorry

Dwell
You know it so well
The same old story to tell
It’s only your soul you sell
So you can dwell


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