Living in Doubt - Marching Church

A forceful grip by the arm

Ripping her away and into my arms is what I ought to do

Either that or give it

Either that or to spend these days in a limbo of doubt

Watching her slip away, these eyes of mine could pierce into hers

Straight throughout her breast and out the back of her head

Instead they’re shooting aimlessly like a drunken gunman

After all that might be exactly what I am

A spectator of first attractions

Of discrete caresses

Of lustful eyes disguised as intimate conversation

Blindly convinced that I am in control of how everything will turn out in the

end

And in the end, a state of feeling limited by my own mind, body and soul

While still being convinced that I contain some kind of god like charm

Thinking I’m only held back by the imperfection of my surroundings

Of course it isn’t true…

It isn’t true that I was born in an equal state of self-adoration and hate

Cliché…

And sitting here across the aspiring sharers of intimacy

Halfly convinced that the eyes of the girls secretly wander upon me

Living in doubt

Living in doubt

A life of doubt

Living in doubt