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Are You Out There

  1988

 

Waves crash against the sandy shore

Psychedelic colors light the sky

Moonlight lights reflections, my mind soars

Im standing waist high, wondering

Are you out there

 

Temptation is so strong that I can’t hold on

Im looking for an answer where I shouldn’t

I want to break away and reach out for another day

I’ve tried to push it away when I couldn’t

I can’t take it anymore

Are you listening to me

I want to throw it to the wind but the tide keeps rushing in

Im reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering

Are you out there

 

The road seems so long when you walk it alone

It’s hard not to give up on the fight

You tell me that you’re there but I can’t reach you anywhere

You say you’ll help me but you’re so far out of sight

Are you laughing at me

Do you think it’s a game

Or do you really understand I can’t hold back the fear

Im reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering

Are you out there

 

It’s a lonely cry when you’re fighting from the inside

Taking it day by day on a mind changed by substance

I can’t take it anymore, you keep closing doors

The water is rising higher, and Im still wondering

Are you out there

 

The words that go down when talk comes around

Are only actions of compromise

I just wish you’d realize what’s hiding behind these eyes

Is the person you’ve grown with all your life

I don’t want it anymore

Are you listening to me

Why can’t your love just see me through

Im still reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering

Are you out there

     Addiction. That is what this song is about. I was behaving like your typical 20 year old in college. However, unlike my parents suspected, I was NOT addicted to anything. When my friends were all out getting sloshed on beer and cheap wine, I was sipping on Lime-aids from Sonic. I was hanging out with rockers and my family was concerned. No matter what I said they still questioned this issue. It was frustrating. Was I being a responsible young adult? Of course not! I was having the time of my life in college. Was I out wasting my life on drugs and partying? Nope! I put myself in the perspective of being an addict to write this, however, that part of me that is not the addict but being accused still comes across loud and clear ... to me anyway, but I wrote it, so.

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