I confess that I’m useless
I confess that I’m not afraid
I confess that I’m powerless
I confess that it’s getting late

I confess I’m never sure
What I’m doing
That I just go
On floating
Along

I confess that I left my Mom
With an empty nest
I confess that I feel powerless
To help her deal
With that

I confess that I fear the day
When my child does the same to me
I confess that I’ve never been so afraid
Of anything

I confess my words have become much more generic
That the fact that I don’t share them
Makes it much more apparent
That I’m useless
But I confess that I don’t care
I confess that uselessness has given new perspective – where
I once saw opportunity I now see meager dreams
I confess I was distracted by the power of a scream
Hardcore music now is as important to me as ever
But I realize now that it is their – not my – endeavor
So I’ve begun recording what I’ve always written down
I confess that I’m becoming more familiar with the sounds
That come out of my face when I have something to say

I need to run myself ragged before I feel anything

I confess that I’m useless
I confess that I’m not afraid
I confess that I’m powerless
I confess that it’s getting late

So here we are in this crowded world
Never sure what’s going to happen next
Here we are with a useless wrist wa
tch around and see
Useless means we don’t have to be
Af
raid of anything

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