Let's try this again,because Im sick of pretending.This mask I've been wearing grows weary upon this empty soul of mine. I once hoped and prayed to see you, soar across the midnight sky, and proove to the world wishes do come true by far.Lets try this again, because Im sick of running.The souls of so many fleeing cowards lay heavy on my feet with every long stride of a step I take.What if this storm ends, and leaves us nothing behind...will you still be here?Or will you dissapear with all the rubel that travels aimlessly away with the wind?

SAy it once more, it is much worse than ever before. I wont deny the only truth that exists, simply to temporarily give you a bit of satisfaction. WAs it something I said, because I refuse to bite my tongue any longer. Still Im constantly discovering new teeth marks from previous attempts to remain sensitive to how you'd feel so you'd stay alittle longer. Pick up your face, its no longer aligned in place. ANd if you have trouble finding it, its probably amongst the pile of empty faces; you change yours everyday.Your perfect halo ,that once rested above your head. Now no where to be found,but its left a faint ring around your head.

SAy it once more, how right nows not the right time, truth is Ill never be good enough, and the truth is the truth is a paralyzing puncture too my lungs.Was it something I said, is it in constant replay inside your memory?I cant stand these bright lights, that you've constantly put me under.I dont belong here, the colors of my soul shine so much brighter.

If I were to pack up my bags and fly tonight, I promise to come for you...but only if its what you wish.It was so dark, and since when did your heart go missing? Maybe its next to my sanity, which seems to be so far from my reach.Im getting closer, and theres the silver lining.You 've run so far ahead of me , leaving me to fend for myslef. I need to get out of here, the colors of my soul shine much brighter.

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Lets try this again, because Im sick of pretending. This mask I've been wearing grows weary this empty soul of mine.

I once hoped and prayed to see you soar across the midnight sky, and proove wishes di cine true by far.Lets try this again, Im sick of running. I Refuse to bite my tongue any longer. Srill im constantly discovering new reeth marks from the previous attempts to remain sensetive to how you feel so that youd stay alittle longer