Saturday, January 29, 2011

Be My Escape by Reliant K


I've given up on giving up slowly.
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world  that shares my fate.
This one last bullet you mentioned
Is my one last shot at redemption.
'Cause I know to live you must give your life away.

And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out.
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into my mistake.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I'm giving up on doing this alone now,
'Cause I failed and I'm ready to be shown how.
You've told me the way and I'm trying to get there.
And this life sentence that I'm serving,
I admit that I'm every bit deserving.
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.

And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out.
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
'Cause I'm afraid that this complaisantcy is something I can't shake.
Yeah.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity.
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made.
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me.
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave...


And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out,
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into my mistake.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I fought you for so long. I should have let you in.
(Oh how we regret those things we do)
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin.
(Oh-oh)
But, so were you...
So...were...you...

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