Traveling down a road that  I'm much to familiar with because sometimes staying on the beaten path is easier that finding a new one. 
Its a habit I should learn to break... 
A portrait that only existed in my mind; never to be seen by another admiring eye...
A mountain that was never worth the climb; I'm a afraid of heights anyway...
A prison cell I've always known; feels like home...
Its a garden that's overflowing with weeds; shown a little love it might have grown...
Its the moment you realize you have nothing left to give; hopelessness has moved in...
"Its the elephant in the room and we pretend we don't see it" (Kris Allen, the truth)...
Its the tunnel with no light at the end; shattered by the passing train...
Its the last tear drop rolling down your cheek ; as pain turns to numbness...
Its a fear of flying when only two shoots remain; damn shame there was 5 passengers on the plane...
Its standing in the middle of a lighting storm; begging, strike me down please..