SONG LYRICS

 

Burning air filling my lungs like the burn of helium filling up a balloon.

Can’t catch a breath as the ashes of confidence are sitting at my bare feet as I look at the burning flames of a crumbling empire settle around me in the smoke of stupid, reckless bravery that sent everything in the trench of trouble I’m digging.

I’m blasting out of this shell of silence that I’ve built with my blood sweat and tears.

It’s time to rise like a phoenix from the flames and regain the crown of high self-assurance that was on my head. Keep that royal flush close to my chest, cuz we can’t reveal all the cards yet.

Do I have a seat at the table? Or do I have to be a tight Gringotts vault of secret and truth? It’s the code of silence from a morally gray tale in the romance book that I’m clutching in a tight fist scrunching up the white pages into a closed up book that buries emotion under the surface.

It’s all about weathering the calm before the storm, when your red-hot molten lava of simmering rage turns to a boiling point and spills all over my skin like hair spilling over a pillow in the shadow of night.

It hits you like the shifting techno of tectonic plates before the explosions of the ground hitting you like an emotional grenade getting set off. The crumbling rubble of a tower of confidence and high self-esteem slips through your fingers like the tiny grains of sand in an old-school hourglass.

I’m clinging on to the brilliant kaleidoscope of colour that’s slowly bleeding out of this black and white universe of right and wrong. When will we stand in a world that accepts that the roaring lioness voice that soars over the rooftops filled with opinions, ideas, and the steel of pure unwavering fearlessness is seen as an inspiration instead of back-talk.

We’re ticking all the boxes of Diaspora, but we were meant to spill out of those moulds of perfection and be a puddle of imperfection. We’re made to see the mythical beast of a fairy tale hero in 3D motion picture. The voice of Once upon a time and the fairytale of happily ever after are a blast from the past.

You see inspiration in the strong argumentative tone of a human being that is perfection to the bone, but when we mimic that we see disappointment swimming in the eyes that are the windows to the soul of the person we want to be people pleasers for.

There’s a thin line between the powerful pulsing energy of negativity swirling in your gut like a sucker punch to the heart. The bright overpowering sunlight of positivity is a whisper in the breeze that can’t touch you when you’re clutching the railing of a balcony in a white knuckled grip while you’re drowning in the abyss of dark thought that you wanna slam a drawer on.

Move on to the next chapter in this life that you’re walking the catwalk of power and bravado that you need to use to conquer the fight between that thin line of love and hate written in the sand.

Whoa (sing one time).

Would you walk through fire for me?

Should I place the hand of trust and loyalty in your warm calloused hand when we’ve burned bridges between who we are and who we’re meant to be?

Fist bumps, high-fives, the calm between thee storm of raging apology that I wanna hear so badly it’s like catching my next breath.

But the blazing fire of your seething buried underneath a poker-face of calm, keeps me on the edge of my seat, waiting for you to unleash the true colours that show me the real you behind the mask of careful armour that I didn’t see coming from a mile away.

Ooh yeah.

I’m fading away into the shadows and turning into a sillouhette of broken shattered mirrored glass that should’ve been unwavering strength in the pillars of an altar that was meant to be a harmony of my roaring lioness voice soaring over the notes of the rushing waterfall of sadness and misunderstandings.

Oh

Who am I meant to be next to you?

Can we go back to the land of imagination turned into a fascination? Where our walls were crumbled to dust and we had those unguarded smiles on our faces and the wave of booming laughter filling the air like a boombox playing our favourite tunes?

Yeah, Yeah

Are we breathing life back into that helium-soaked balloon?

Can we go back to the days when our minds were wandering in the cloud of daydream?

Mmm

Just wanna see that original/one of a kind persona that I used to have back in yesterday.

Can’t go back, just gotta keep pushing my way up back from the cold unfeeling heart stamped ground and get back up with that blazing fire of defiance in my eyes.

Ooh.

Where do we go from here?

We try and simmer down after all the burning rage seeps out of our bones and we let it fall away like the rain falling on our cheeks like tearstains after losing part of who we were in the void to the reality of who we’re meant to be.

Yeah, yeah.

Gotta find who I wanna be.