One

My life is feeling full again.
Feeling manic and out of control,
Where do you go with a head this full?
So full it makes a girl dream.

I feel as though I'm being torn
Like silly putty being molded by hands without faces
Stretched, but not accomodated.

I feel full, all the time.
Overwhelmed by the beauty, the tragedy of life.
So full. So solidly full.

And I'd give anything to be anything else.
Because this is too much.

I'm making stupid choices again...
Impulsivity at its finest.
I wish I were empty
I wish I could once again
Be a vessel for the emptiness that burns

If I were empty, there'd be no dreams
I've done without them for four years,
I don't want them now.

I don't want to feel
Feel so alive, so alone. So full.

I've been practicing at living for so long
That I don't know how to do the real thing.

It's raining now, crying in the skies,
And I want to join the chorus,
Belt it out, knowing I'm only one.

There are two shades of blue:
When you're depressed, you're the night
When you're manic, you're turquoise

And me...I'm only one.