If I faltered on the path of least resistance
It was due to lack of light
A shadow vapor rise in darkness
And if I was lost along the way it was because
I hated who I had become
And I hate who I was for that
As I wonder in my head I wonder where you've gone
I'm making up the stories that are aching to be told
I'll stomach this again for one more hope
That lingers on a thread but anchored to my soul
My cut and bleeding hands
They hold the shards of memories past
And I commence to piece them back together
And it kills me that this act is being done all by myself
Because your silhouette is etched upon my mind
Could you give me one chance to prove this all to you
I wonder in my head I wonder where you've gone
I'm making up the stories that are aching to be told
I'll stomach this again for one more hope
That lingers on a thread but anchored to my soul
If I faltered on the path of least resistance
It was due to lack of light
A shadow vapor rise in darkness
And if I was lost along the way it was because
I hated who I had become
And I hate who I was for that
As I wonder in my head I wonder where you've gone
I'm making up the stories that are aching to be told
I'll stomach this again for one more hope
That lingers on a thread but anchored to my soul