SCRAPING GROUND

Words by Clay Yoksas

Muscles tense with anger, heart is numb with lust,
stomach notted up with fear, eyes filled with disgust.
I look inside and what I see, is not the way I want to be.

Starting now to stumble, starting now to fall.
Scraping ground, again I've found... no sense to it all.

Bound up tight, maintain control, now is it all in vain,
when holding on or letting go, can only end in pain?
Secured in insecurity, content with discontent.
Lack of life our way of life, constant our dissent.
Must make the feelings go away maybe then I'll be okay.

Starting now to stumble, starting now to fall.
Scraping ground, again I've found... no sense to it all.

At peace and in control, I've finally found my place.
I start to say I'm sorry, then spit more venom in your face.
Driven by unworthiness, a quiet desperate plea.
Can't look you in the eye, can't let you look inside of me.
I've given up I'm going down.
I've hit rock bottom... SCRAPING GROUND.

Starting now to stumble, starting now to fall.
Scraping ground, again I've found... no sense to it all.

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