And the bible didn't mention us...
Why do I always do this to myself? Why? Why do I allow myself to get so comfortable to the point where I don't see myself fall?
I want so bad to be out of the prison. Out of the area I am now. I can't get a handle on myself. I can't let it show though, so i'll put on my facade and tape a smile to my face. If I wear that smile, no one really knows what's happening inside. Things always seem perfect when you shine them up a little; funny how that works, eh?
Am I too trusting? Do I allow people to make me comfortable only to let them rip me down, forcing me back into an uncomfortable position of silence; making me tape that smile back onto my face.
I can be a much better actor then people ever gave me credit for. I can pretend when I have to. It's when I don't that you shouldn't be concerned.
You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved first beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth.
I have to go. I have to go.
You're hair was long when we first met.
Samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head, he ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed.
And the history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us, and the bible mention us, not even once.
You are my sweetest downfall
...I loved you first...
I want so bad to be out of the prison. Out of the area I am now. I can't get a handle on myself. I can't let it show though, so i'll put on my facade and tape a smile to my face. If I wear that smile, no one really knows what's happening inside. Things always seem perfect when you shine them up a little; funny how that works, eh?
Am I too trusting? Do I allow people to make me comfortable only to let them rip me down, forcing me back into an uncomfortable position of silence; making me tape that smile back onto my face.
I can be a much better actor then people ever gave me credit for. I can pretend when I have to. It's when I don't that you shouldn't be concerned.
You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved first beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth.
I have to go. I have to go.
You're hair was long when we first met.
Samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head, he ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed.
And the history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us, and the bible mention us, not even once.
You are my sweetest downfall
...I loved you first...