Gather in a photograph for the last viewing...
Perfection through silence...
When you sit back and try to hide everything from everyone and put on a cold mask. Is it truly helping you is it just making me narcotic?
It's just when you think you've found it all,
Life takes you by yet another surprise to hit you in the face with,
It's almost like you want to give up the impossible, the greatest,
For everything that you have to run through for the greatest thing,
The tests the fights are overwhelming,
And it's just as you've found something deep inside,
That you lose it and when you come to run back to it,
You've lost it forever and left for the dead,
So I'm asking where is my shield, where is my mask so I can walk through these valleys fake and cold as ever.
It just comes to a point where you don't want to be you,
And perhaps this point has been found numerous times,
And hit even harder than ever,
Maybe you just want people to see the side they like,
To never know what is going on in you,
Perhaps it just may be the scaredness of letting them in,
Or the simple lack of trust...
Either way still leaves it hard at the hand
So when you've fall to a grave of fakeness,
Where do I go from here,
Where do I run, how do I get myself out,
Who do I say a word to when no one understands the battle,
Sometimes you just feel like letting go of everything and leaving a simple note across the heart of
I'm gone for the good and the best.
I'm already gone......
When you sit back and try to hide everything from everyone and put on a cold mask. Is it truly helping you is it just making me narcotic?
It's just when you think you've found it all,
Life takes you by yet another surprise to hit you in the face with,
It's almost like you want to give up the impossible, the greatest,
For everything that you have to run through for the greatest thing,
The tests the fights are overwhelming,
And it's just as you've found something deep inside,
That you lose it and when you come to run back to it,
You've lost it forever and left for the dead,
So I'm asking where is my shield, where is my mask so I can walk through these valleys fake and cold as ever.
It just comes to a point where you don't want to be you,
And perhaps this point has been found numerous times,
And hit even harder than ever,
Maybe you just want people to see the side they like,
To never know what is going on in you,
Perhaps it just may be the scaredness of letting them in,
Or the simple lack of trust...
Either way still leaves it hard at the hand
So when you've fall to a grave of fakeness,
Where do I go from here,
Where do I run, how do I get myself out,
Who do I say a word to when no one understands the battle,
Sometimes you just feel like letting go of everything and leaving a simple note across the heart of
I'm gone for the good and the best.
I'm already gone......