You're pulling on me so hard But only pushing me away; Seeking answers to questions I didn't want you to ask
-Not so fast- That's the darkest part of my past I keep people like you From tackling the task Of removing this mask Because if you did You'd jump back and gasp
This face is contorted and sort of; My punishment for running ****, So you deserve none of it.
Your words are so lovely But you know nothing of me, Not of the things I have done Like grabbing a hold of the sun Stuffing it into my gun And letting it blaze Just to feel the warmth on my face I'm not just a maze-
I am the most elaborate of labyrinths
And you just dropped your self in the middle The devil plays a fiddle But I play with riddles
What do you have to choose When there's nothing left to lose? Do you still play by the rules, Or do you call it a ruse?
You're blasting those speakers But I see your broken fuse I'm standing here confused Like white noise and static?...
Is that it?
Words are words And through the curves and turns They can't speak like we want them to, I seek not to run from you I'm just busy fighting my own writing Because everything I'm hiding Is riding, on me now I have questions of my own But I don't see how You think the answers are so blatant And you're patiently waitin' For everything to be taken, By my hands;
Little do you know They are both quite full With these burdens that I hold, I'm not saying you should go Just warning you to roll With every punch that I throw -Otherwise- They will take you off your feet And break you in the street Eventually Make you into me...