Soliloquy
Withheld
Your hand is just a blur, as as it passes just in spurts
This puzzle means so much to me
Simple of what's left
Why does it digress from the fold with its complexity
Struggle through the pain, we've all been through the same
In the public eye, who am I to you?
Empty pieces (in such denial)
Still reaching, to grab onto nothing
Grit your teeh (to make a smile)
'Cause I know you better than you fake
Have one or the other, content with another
That will likely bury me dead
Fluid on the outside, inherently a cheap ride
This phrase won't leave my head
Sinister defeat, I don't want to repeat
The mistakes I made before the dawn
Empty pieces (in such denial)
Still reaching, to grab onto nothin
Grit your teeh (to make a smile)
'Cause I know you better than you fake
Fake me
Fake me
Empty pieces (in such denial)
Still reaching, to grab onto nothin
Grit your teeth (to make a smile)
'Cause I know you better than you fake
For so long you've been on trial
Dealing with yourself in shackles
You took it all the extra mile
It could've been so simple
And now it's all so dismal
'Cause I know you better than you fake