Whats this Im holding out for someone to show me how to feel.
Im lost with this but Im sure a better world outside exists. So Im calling just to be the same again and I know it might just seem the same again. The struggle gets the best of me.
You know, you know the battles won when you look back and see your old face laughing now at where it used to be. I see, I see the paths now gone so lift your mask and see yourself within.
I will never be hurt again, Ill never be stopped. You are the reason that I have not forgot. I will never be the one to tell you its not hell. Can someone please tell me Im something Im not.
Why stay alone without me repairing jigsaws in your mind. A piece cant fit if not placed so push it right where you want. So Im calling out to skip another chance, cause Im tired and Im sick of romance. There must be more to life than this.
If you believe, you will see, everything you wanted.
Is this supposed to be real? My hands, my face, my thoughts. Cause if you look for surreal you might just stop.