My thick skin is slowly peeling. You can almost see my soul. How can I expect to heal when. You have left me so exposed. . Torn 'cause I need you. Worn down cause I can't free you.
All alone the ballerina dances before my eyes. She turns her head away but as the music plays she cries. If only I could make her see this prison that is keeping me.
I've opened all the doors. And I've looked at what's inside. To many choices when will. All these voices die-ie. . Whatever brought me here. So tattered and so torn.
I could stand and look at you forever. While other lifetimes pass me by. Well it'd be worth the wait. To have one chance to see your face. And catch a glimpse of your smile.
Throwing it all away, sometimes I feel like that is all. There ain't a single day. That I don't want you, I don't need you at all. There ain't a single day, I wouldn't do for you.
Does it feel like life is like a picture show?. Not quite real but pain and loss affect your soul. Many times we're left without a place to go. Nowhere to go.