Buried and bleeding
And they're still smiling
I'd like to take their faces
Jobs, Hobbies, Ideals
And cram it into one small box
That no one is able to open
The only options available
Are still standing strong
Though the consequence to the action
Is by some called wrong
But I don't care anymore
They've stole my prejudice
My ignorance is painful, not bliss
I don't want to trade my words in
A new deal is not in my contract
I want to keep the ones I know
Why put your words in my head
Just because they're coming out of your mouth
Between your teeth, from your throat
I'd like to grind my teeth on concrete
I'd love to dream but never sleep
Waiting consistently for a change of direction
Instead I just get a rough reflection
When I can't even tell if it's me
But I can't see anything worth to see
So I know the only person it can be
Which leads us to our conclusive ideal that it was me.
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