| I know I’ve seen where this path leads too many times before
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| You’ve caught my gaze, but my eyes drift back for more
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| I’m stuck still stumbling back and forth
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| But I find myself still searching with one foot out the door
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| My mind betrays what I’m looking for
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| I’ve stretched the lines and pushed the marks
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| When did boundaries become a start
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| Muddling truth among the lies
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| Mirroring faces that I despise
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| Fear to fight for what I feel
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| Tending to wounds that never heal
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| If you take away the walls that I hide behind
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| Beneath the mask, the man behind the mind
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| A shattered soul fresh to pick apart
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| To vultures who seek an open heart
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| These tattered dreams become an art
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| Mending the pieces that fell apart
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| Gracefully fall into place
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| Onto a canvas that cannot be erased
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| These words always seem to find a way, they’re nothing but lies
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| A crowded room full of broken thoughts and misleading signs
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| Temptation gets the best of us no matter how hard we try
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| So all we can do is make the best of it, with our heads held high
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| We are nothing but common thieves
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| Stealing the hearts of the innocent we meet
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| But who’s to blame when they leave themselves defenseless
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| To a silver tongue stranger, speaking with subtle offenses
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| I can feel the sting of my remorse
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| As regret seeps into me
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| Why must I be so weak
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| Victim to the words I speak
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| Do I want these choices to define me
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| Or can I find a way back to myself
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| I can’t remember a time when I still held my pride
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| It’s been so long since I’ve felt the light behind my eyes |