| I’m afraid to ask for solutions
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| Because I have to admit that I have none
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| Living in this mind of pollution
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| Hoping this soul dries up in the sun
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| The high road seems like
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| Living in this lie of conviction
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| Because I want to find some purpose
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| When you finally see pain in someone’s eyes
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| It’s so easy to love them
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| Cause you think they have less than you
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| That’s all I wanted to see
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| Love came from my mind to your heart is all I want this to be
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| You fell in love with the mask I wore
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| I swore I couldn’t carry myself anymore
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| Every cliche ends with an apology
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| I saw a bright future, you saw right through me
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| Sometimes love is finding deep truth for a new tomorrow
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| Sometimes love can just completely be fuelling an ego
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| We forfeit and rattle the truth we seem to borrow
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| Convert what we think into only the things that we know
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| I want to participate in a love that’s real
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| I want to put purpose to this spirit of desire
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| Cross out the past attempts to manipulate what you feel
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| And find the social sanctions fall off the wire
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| We’re all terminal stages of deseases we create in our heads
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| When we’re the victims of mistakes shaped to the dead
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| Come to terms with the past that made me understand
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| You’d never settle for acceptance
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| Just give me the truth
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| Give me the truth
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| Give me the truth
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| I can’t manipulate myself
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| I can’t bring myself down
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| I can’t give up on my hope
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| Give me the truth |