I’m holding your hand and taking at look at my childhood picture,
In black and white. I got my hands tied up and I’m standing alone,
Head bowed as if trying to deny the truth, as I’m caught still in time,
Why did I ever cry? I never figure why.
All the colors in the world seem to fade away,
And I’m always standing alone, at the edge looking in,
I watch the pain pour down the drain as I stand by the stain glass window,
Each image blurred but its all the same to me.
Why did I ever cry? I never figure why.
So I’m leaving it all, running until im nothing but another dot far away from view,
Never seeing the features, never knowing the name,
Just another unknown face that had disappeared on a rainy day.
A child wondering up with a few petals in her hand,
Want some wishes, want something to help you?
A smile that easily disappeared and leaves me broken on the floor,
Sad and chilly as coldness watches me, the blackest holes for eyes that suck out anything happy,
No one is here, no one looks deep into the portrait hanging in the gallery,
They never reach out as it falls to the ground and glass spreads broken over the floor,
No one ever cares to pick it up in case their fingers get cut,
They are all the same, only caring for their own well being,
This fake morality,
It’s really stripping me down to just bone,
A momentary touchful quarantine,
Leaves me in a state of a self destructive machine,
Its just the nights that I dread, when these thoughts flood my head,
Down, too the dreadful low, This glum self inner decay,
This sunshine is so fake, leaving traces of burns,
I’m going to fake it all away, going to fake it all away,
Place a lock on the chest until it all overwhelms me and I fall victim as my own prey,
If people look, If people don’t see me im going to run a mile blank until I don’t see them,
Why did I ever cry? I never figure why.
