I drown myself in dreams sometimes just to keep myself from the miserable realities. Because we had so much history behind us, but now there's nothing left. 

And now I only have a six string and a microphone, to let you know that I am all alone.

But you can keep up your masquerade if that's what keeps you happy. There's always gonna be that next girl, there's always gonna be that new game. 

A clean slate

A new plate

I'll step back and watch as you spin your own web of lies and get tangled in the center. 

I'm just the 20, compared to the others. Keeping up an image is hard work, and hiding those boney closets must be tiring for you. 

What hides behind doors stays behind doors, just like the sin filled city. 

 

I should have seen the knives you

We're sharpening. 

 

 

  You can keep all your unanswered phone calls 

And lack of keeping up with promises made into unorganized piles. 

I've held my tongue for far too long

But now I can't shut up. 

I used to be soft

But now it's mission impossible 

To even break my barrier. 

I keep my distance

Hoping no one (someone) will find me

In my corner of shadows. 

I can't count how many times I've tried walking out,

But every time I only get burned by the sun. 

I can't keep up with these waves

I can't keep swimming against the current. 

All these lies chained me down

Holding my hopes in a cage

All my effort wasted on careless

Actions. 

 

  They're not that great, but I write lyrics as they come to me. >.<