The Fog

I hoped tonight that the fog would swallow me whole...
that it would spit me out into a world unknown, but to my dismay, I only found myself trapped.
and that is my feeling, at the time being.
I've felt heart break, I've felt let downs, I've felt hell.
My body so weak that I could almost tell, that apart of me was ready to leave.
Leave a moment in my life that wasn't going the way I wanted it to,
because running away is much better than trying to be the knight in shinning armor, but behind that armor a scared little girl.
And who's to blame, but me.
I've tried yelling and screaming, I've tried patience, I've tried silence..
that doesn't resolve to anything except the feeling of immaturity.
But aren't we all in a sense of the word immature, we do things we regret,
and I've got too many of those to count...
I hoped tonight that the fog would swallow me whole...
all I found was a lost soul, behind to huge brown eyes..
and a lot of bad luck to go around.
So settle down into the life, that isn't perfect, isn't fine, isn't fair..
take up that god awful armor to hide whats really there.
A scared little girl, who hates the fact that life is much better under metal plates,
where she doesn't have to face reality..
I hoped tonight that the fog would swallow me whole...