Old, Old, Old

Tryin' to lead me up on that mountain, something's Telling me I shouldn't go up there. Calling like a siren song, sweet and soothing but cautioning me to beware.... Why would I be thinking that something's up there? Really wish I knew what I'd conquer Try to put it off with some form of distraction But it leads me to further despair. Pacing up the hallways, mumbling under my breath Wishing I could tear it from myself Last time I was up on that mountain, all I hoped was on the other side, wasn't. And feeling dirty and ashamed, scratched up like the awful thing had conquered me I wish that I could even stop thinking bout it Or even have a spell from its calling I start to see a side that ain't worth exploring Start to see that side in me... Staring in the mirror, wish I saw something else Reflecting something greater than myself... Kinda wished that I was more brave and focused.. Kinda hoped it wasn't so easy Kinda start to thinkin' I'll climb that mountain, if only just to see what I could see... Sitting at the table with my hands in my face Wishing I could tear it all away YOU CAN'T TELL ME, ITS ALL BEEN TOLD SUCH A SACRED GIFT TO HOLD COZ THE WHOLE THING IS GETTING OLD,OLD,OLD