I am caught in the glare of the headlight lane
Like a child who stays up late, to stare at the moon
I am caught unaware in the diamond rain
But you know I’d never try if I couldn’t fall through
Follow through
I need no script to cut these strings
A bad trip through to lose my wings
I’m a victim of questions, a fallen saint
And I lied to get inside the thought that ensued
Was is nature’s selection a choice or a game
That decided when it’s time for this to conclude
And I'm falling through
I need no script to cut these strings
A bad trip through to lose my wings
You tell me lies I need not hear
And then despise me for my fears
I cannot be what never came
Such entities of tethered blame
It’s not over never even was
Your coldest shoulder bothers not with trust
Enough’s enough, tell me you agree
Turn away or learn what’s inside of me
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