What happens to a man when he spills his heart on a page and his feelings just lie there lonely, waiting... for someone who cares enough to read them, to see if they can make his thoughts their own to find out that maybe his life's not perfect and maybe it's not worth all that he gives away...
You can see his broken soul is bleeding So concede your feelings inside yourself, As you wander through his lonely heart, Letting you see through him Now consumes all his thoughts So forget your pain, as you watch him fall apart
What happens now to his broken mind when It's trapped inside all these emotions And all of the words he has ever spoken They bind him to the life he's left behind And every new step he takes He knows that he might not make it To all of the dreams that he has yet to find
You can see inner torment is tearing his mind apart, He seems so helpless and broken Where does someone like you begin to fix that? How do you tie the knot tight enough when he's at the end of his rope No hope left in his troubled eyes
What becomes of his tortured soul when it can't be free from the bars that hold it from ever leaving the hell it's trapped in? Am I the wanderer brave enough to conquer all these demons that lie in hiding, waiting.... for all his dreams to fail him.