| The bonds are worn away
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| The anger sleeps, the world is grey
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| Can I sense what I never felt
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| Or did I become too callous instead
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| So I’m waiting for the day
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| I threw your promises away
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| Now I lie amidst the shards
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| Trying not to hurt myself too hard
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| When I went through walls of glass
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| Invisible, but tough to pass
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| I never questioned the injuries
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| I don’t want to wait for the reprise
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| I doubt the more I ask
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| These stains and marks will always last
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| And I welcome my desire
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| To drop the things I once admired
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| And when I turned my back on you
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| I thought I’m wrong, but that’s not true
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| I’ll deal with the disease to remember everything
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| The truth is plain when thoughts are in vein
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| I hate to compromise, well, I want more than this
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| The fury has vented, another end in sight
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| But I want more than this
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| And if I fall the world’s too small
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| But really, I want more than this
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| Your purity, a velvet sea
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| Your eyes are blinding me |