Metaphore

All the food in the world
Won't make me sad no more.
Don't I deserve better?
Not feeling so low forever?

I got to fill up this soul
And get inside my role
Imagine me next to the shore
Why am I empty, I'm not sure.

I hurt without verbal flow
Past memories corrupt my core
Flying or sinking, don't know
Searching what to fight for.

New thoughts become real
Some come after the pill

They give peace of mind
For everything I have to bind.

When I gave up this mess
My heart would come to arrest
Until then I let go the load
While I'm on the road.



A F# G Em
A F# C# D