Desperately waiting on something thats more than nothing. Ive been here forever waiting just to see your hands. If you hear me cry, its just something, Im always doing and.
'Cause you bleed all the time. The pieces of a broken heart are wasted time. And I can't forgive myself for all the things I've done. But you, you do.
And if I could teach the world to be. I'd teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing. . Perfect, as if my wings were like yours.
I want to see your eyes, the light, the tunnel. I need to feel your love, this fight, my struggle. Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles. I'll lose my life right here, but what for? I'm coming home.
These words roll of my tongue like second nature. But Im far from my womb, and you know Im far from you. So when do I come back to you?. Was this already written or have I fallen so far?.
Your tradition, I'm getting so sick of creating. Your tradition, this music to please you. Your tradition, the way it used to be. Your tradition is the very thing that blinds you.
These are the words that tear you apart. And these are the words that take you away. And these are just words, they'll tear you apart. When no one here will say what needs to say.