Keep focused on your footwork; your feet wont leave the ground
but your head will hit the concrete to make a sick sad sound.
Even sadder then writing this all down
to a ghost that doesn't care enough to haunt you,
to want you,
it just keeps you around.
I always thought it was me.
I always thought I would be
the one to come and fix your life.
I really thought you would see
but all I turned out to be was just a fragment of a lie.
Are you just keeping me around as a reminder?
of before the world took it's toll and left you full of cracks and holes,
your body's shaking in the cold, have you always been this cold?
I always thought it was me.
I always thought I would be
the one to come and fix your life.
I really thought you would see
but all I turned out be was just a fragment of a lie.
My bleeding heart has filled my chest and overflowed into my head.
You can paint a wall but you can't cover up the cracks
and things will never change, until you change the way you look at it.
Have you always been this cold.
I hope I'll never be that cold.