Out of Reach (Nu Metal)

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Dragged my hands through miles of plans
Each one slipping through like sand
Built a tower thought would stand
But it tilts in ways I never planned

I keep chasing outlines made
From sketches that refused to fade
Every day a new charade
Woke up in the same crusade

Promises don’t hold their shape
Every try just warps the tape

It’s always just out of reach
I strain, I stretch, I preach
But the climb won’t teach
What the dreams don’t breach
And I scream through every breach
But it’s always out of reach

I’ve bled hours just to feel
Like I could shape what’s almost real
But the closer I reveal
The less it looks like what I feel

Watched the future shift again
Bent the map, ignored the end
Still I write with shaking pen
Knowing truth won’t let me mend

All the gold keeps turning thin
Where does purpose even begin?

It’s always just out of reach
I strain, I stretch, I preach
But the climb won’t teach
What the dreams don’t breach
And I scream through every breach
But it’s always out of reach

Tried to shape the path with care
But every route just loops somewhere
Marks I made just disappear
Like progress swallowed by the air

Spoke in codes I thought were true
But nothing echoes like it used to
Each attempt just tears in two
Still I climb, though it cuts right through

All the gold keeps turning thin
Where does purpose even begin?

It’s always just out of reach
I strain, I stretch, I preach
But the climb won’t teach
What the dreams don’t breach
And I scream through every breach
But it’s always out of reach

Traced a dream across my chest
Slept in noise, forgot the rest
Every mile just mocks the quest
Still I press, still I obsess

I’ve worn this hunger like a badge
Built from scraps, stitched from the ash
Hope disguised as camouflage
Still I whisper, "Maybe it's not trash..."

You said to chase it like it mattered
But every win just left me scattered
Built a frame with parts that shattered
Nothing fits, and I grow tattered

I was promised more than static
Now I suffocate in habit
Hope is shaped like something tragic
And it always pulls me back in

It’s always just out of reach
I strain, I stretch, I preach
But the climb won’t teach
What the dreams don’t breach
And I scream through every breach
But it’s always out of reach

It’s always out of reach...
Still chasing what I’ll never keep...