Threshold from Spaceshow by Spaceshow

Under the ground from where I stand
lie my dead dreams of holding your hand.
And since I just can't live love,
you were right to give up.
So make your mistakes and I'll make mine
then cough it up to wasted time.
Exhausted and tongue tied,
atlas shrugged the world sighed.
You don't want me. I don't want me.
Ghosts of my past selves still taunt me
but I'm moving on to curse the kid that's gone.
Can I pause this, the composite
of life spent inside the closet?
Is this just another phase
when I can't breathe between the waves.
Still my soul doesn't feel room to grow.
The gaping holes in my chest my never show.
Still self involved and indulgent, behold
Stuck in my skin and can't break the mold.
And none of my words would break through the threshold.

• Acoustic
• Emo
• hip hop
• instrumental
• midwest
• midwest emo
• New Lenox