Little Lion Man

Weep for yourself, my man,

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep Little Lion Man,..."

Sometimes I hit this road block where I cant understand myself anymore. Why I say things that get me in trouble, why I cant finish anything I start...

"You're not as brave as you were at the start

Rate yourself and rake yourself,

Take all the courage you have left..."

I wish I could finish something for once in my life or at least keep it, everything I cherish seems to disappear faster then sunshine in seattle...

"Wasted on fixing all the problems

That you made in your own head"

Supposedly the therapists tell me thats its my own doing, that I can change something, but I cant. I am either afraid to do so, or have yet to really motivated too..

"But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my..."

"Tremble for yourself, my man,

You know that you have seen this all before..."

This is when time travel would be useful. So all the things we fuck up can be changed. Just think of all the things we could stop. But then we would never grow...

"Tremble Little Lion Man,

You'll never settle any of your scores..."

Why is it when I really need to express what I feel I cant. Why in that moment when the world pauses for you to change it that you cant. It like its laughing at you daring you to guess what you fucked up this time.

"Your grace is wasted in your face,

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck"

I want to fix everything wrong in the world I want to make it right... How can I do this when I cant even fix myself. Which makes me wonder why I want to change myself. Which I then answer to is because I just want to feel that happy acceptance of when I was a kind. I know its inside myself. I'm just going in circles with my thought which gives me stress and then acne which isnt helpful either.

"But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my dear?"

This song reminds me of one of my fish by the way. Wana know why I love my fish... it is because I envy there happy small existence in the world. The simplicity of their little watery life is magical. Sometimes I wonder if everyone feels this way, call it teenage angst call it boredom. All it is telling me is I really cant wait to get my tablet pen so I can draw again.

Lyrics: Mumford And Sons