You're visually perfect, but I'm looking for the mental image
To personally mix
To try and find the balance
What changes is the dialogue
The common misconception is that we all learn the lesson when we can only think of the future outcome that presently effect the us when will turn into the past
I am the object Of my own demise Surprise I wish you wouldn't of heard me say it
I shut down and close you out And I didn't know how stupid it was until now But I won't go back I don't regret a simple single thing
It's been awhile Since I've sat and thought it over My dreams aren't so sober And the venom is still in the center left Of my heart so I didn't die In this weakened state I tend to stay awake
Unfortunately I took your love for granted You, also used me to become stable so you wouldn't be alone So we are our own enemies in each other We can mix like oil and water
In the most delicate of moments And the decadent situation
This is my last chance to reach through the wall without using my limbs Before I'm slain by my own promises And smack against the ground of reality
Don't lie the hard part isn't the first step It's having to take the first step and the fear that comes after it