Headlights - Intellectual

I’ve held this blade above my wrist

For far too long

The scars are showing but I’m yet to make a mark

What a perfect metaphor for the wasted times and sleepless nights

I’ve seen the headlights in the distance

I’ve let go of the wheel and swerved to avoid

The possibility of failure and the certainty of pain

I’ve lied to the ones who birthed me

Told them everything was fine

I’ve cried myself to sleep

And hoped for the afterlife

But when the world becomes too much to handle

I’m reminded of a reason to carry on

I’m given a second chance at living with the music and the lyrics I pen

As your world comes crashing down

I hope you stop and hear the sound

Of my hand on my heart as I

Scream out with my head and my arms raised High

Singing Woah-Oh-Woah-ohhh

My brothers that back these words I sing

Give me the chance to prevail

This song is a testament to the past 12 months of hell

It’s taken me months to put this all

Down into words

But the world is going to see the man who pushed on forward

Suffering in silence, losing my way

Just tell me you’ll be here, tell me you’ll stay

Not sure how much more that this cracked heart can take of this constant beating

When all I have left are my brothers, my dreams

But they’re slowly fading