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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 |
