| You told yourself |
| There was nothing left to live for; |
| The final door |
| Is hidden in a wreath of Questions and suggestions you have always ignored. |
| Maybe now it’s time you took this as a sign |
| That you’re worth so much more. |
| Don’t be scared, |
| Your head is full of misery, |
| Can’t you see, it’s playing tricks with your dreams, |
| And churning them into a sea of stagnant defeat. |
| Maybe now it’s time you let the waves collide |
| And drag you to the shore. |
| Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
| You’ll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
| In your broken mind. |
| Sadness is a bruise, |
| I’ll leave the trust in you, |
| I know that you’ll pull through. |
| So roam now, |
| You’re heading to another place, |
| Just you, |
| Nothing left in your view. |
| The blinds came down as this old town |
| Expired and withdrew |
| Its long and bitter hold on you. |
| Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
| You’ll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
| In your broken mind. |
| Sadness is a bruise, |
| I’ll leave the trust in you, |
| I know that you’ll pull through. |
| Maybe, in this jagged melody, |
| You’ll find the pieces that you have misplaced |
| In your broken mind. |
| Sadness is a bruise, |
| I’ll leave the trust in you, |
| I know that you’ll pull through. |
| Sadness is a bruise, |
| I’ll leave the trust in you, |
| I know that you’ll pull through. |