What happens to a man when,
He spills his heart over a page,
And he watches words float away then,
His feelings lie over a page, alone.
They're waiting, for someone who cares to read them,
To open their eyes and see them,
To see if they can make his thoughts their own.
To find out, that maybe life's not perfect...
Maybe its not worth the hate it gives away.
You can see that, this broken soul is bleeding...
So you conceive your feelings, inside yourself, and wander through my heart.
Letting you see through me, now only consumes me...
Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart.
What happens to a soul when,
He trapped inside his emotions,
And all of these words hes spoken,
They bind him to the life he's left behind?
And every new step he takes he..
Knows he might not make it..
To all of these dreams he's yet to find.
That maybe you're life's not perfect..
Or maybe its not worth, what hate it gives away.
You can see that, this broken soul is bleeding...
So you conceive your feelings, inside yourself, and wander through my heart.
Letting you see through me, now only consumes me...
Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart!
As I fall apart...
You can see that, this broken soul is bleeding..
So you conceive your feelings, inside yourself, and wander through my heart!
Letting you see through me, now only consumes me...
Forget your pain, and watch me fall apart!
As I fall apart...