| My time will come
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| To see the things that I’ve been craving
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| Desperate for a truer light
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| Stare at the wall tonight
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| Consumed by what is mine
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| I’ve found a place inside of me that sees the world for what it is
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| All that is good and all that is Grim
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| How’s the family?
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| We haven’t spoke in weeks
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| I guess I just assumed that things were going well for you
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| Because that’s how they were for me
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| Always thinking about myself
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| An ugly trait I could never iron out
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| Temporary shelter
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| Just enough to keep the rain at bay
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| I’ve found a place inside of me that sees the world for what it is
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| How’s the family?
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| We haven’t spoke in weeks
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| I guess I just assumed that things were going well for you
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| Because that’s how they were for me
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| Always thinking about myself
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| An ugly trait I could never iron out
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| Close the door behind you
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| I don’t want a way out
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| Lay it all on the table
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| Now I present my self to you
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| Now I present myself to you
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| Does my presence bring you comfort?
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| How’s the family?
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| We haven’t spoke in weeks
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| I guess I just assumed that things were going well for you
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| Because that’s how they were for me
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| Always thinking about myself
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| An ugly trait I could never iron out
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| Never Iron out
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| An ugly trait I could never iron out |