Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Insecurity.

You return again and again,
You torture me every time,
You make me realise life,
How I’ll be inactive in death.
You let me know I’m living,
You’re my insecurity.

You force me to realise so much,
I let it go into death,
Kill myself slowly every day,
But realise I’m still alive,
And I look forward to dying.
You’re why I hate life,
You’re why I love life,
You’re why I’m alive.
You’re my insecurity.

I look for what you’re not,
I’ll, maybe, find what I’m not.
And I, still, will live.
I can only be insecure while I’m alive.
That’s what I need you to help me with,
Because that’s how I help myself.

6 comments:

TJ said...

Beautiful!

MSA said...

hi.. nice lyrics

Rachit Jain said...

thanks :)

akansha said...

hehe nice yaar :)

Fiddlin Girl said...

I have no idea if you will even see this comment. I am curious, however. What are the lyrics about? What is their point?
I hope you don't think me wierd.. I am only curious.

Thank you,
Fiddlin Girl

Rachit Jain said...

i wrote it when i realised i would really be only going with the flow if every thing was alright ... only when things aren't going right, when we're insecure, do we truly live.