Im too much of a fake Put together by people on mistake Im too much yesterday Wasted on you by the way How much of me will you take
Brown and sunken through me Your eyes are seeing my insanity This is not all I am Give me your hand Ill show you what they couldn't see
Not knowing when Or if it even can You want something to happen though How long will this last Looking through the past Of a voice of a soundless echo Of our voice by a silenced echo
Im walking down halls I didn't know were in my head Coming across walls I never knew existed I think I've paid the price and I've done my time But I still mistake your eyes for mine Which is not fair for me to say I guess
Tragedy is all Written on but you cant see it You don't read the way I think So ill change the way text looks on a page Since all I am is empty anyway
Tragedy is all Let's switch roles so you see it I cant read anything you think Well you wont let me in to turn the page I know your books full by the way
Yesterday I would have said My visions out of color I'm painted 3 different shades
Today is different, I feel different My eyes are pixilated Now frozen on this one page
And this is what I did
I burned a piece of paper I couldn't tell what it said anymore I must have known it by heart I was numb to the point That I tore it apart I burned that piece of paper And started writing again
Stand up from my spot on the ground Just where you left me by the curb I have trouble understanding why you do it You don't even understand it yourself
I'm tired of being a statue I'm always there I'm not going to be this for you You're never there That shape inside my chest is Hanging from its hinges again This ship has set sail, don't worry My wreckage will make for Good conversation
Forever is scratched, your eyes are glass So careful, yet bound to break Now I'm letting these pieces move closer A cut so deep I just can't take
I'm tired of being a statue I'm always there I'm not going to be this for you You're never there That shape inside my chest is Hanging from its hinges again This ship has set sail, don't worry My wreckage will make for Good conversation
A fine painted portion Is what we lived through A picassoed distortion Is what you've turned us into
I'm tired of being a statue I'm always there I'm not going to be this for you You're never there That shape inside my chest is Hanging from its hinges again This ship has set sail, don't worry My wreckage will make for Good conversation
