How is it I think I find what’s real within your eyes But from your mouth comes words comprised of endless counted lies Falling at my feet just like a charm without a chain Tarnishing the wisdom that shall never be the same Whisperings of darkness slowly selling off the proof Scribbles on a sidewalk as a chalk line alters truth There upon a billboard with its message loud and clear Written in graffiti is a clue that you are near Still you fight the reason that our worlds have come to be Hidden in the sentences your voice it sends to me Tell me if you kindly will, what I have done to you That brings about this wrath I feel has jumbled up the view When all I really needed was directions to your heart And now I see that hell is at the place you said to start Once I did believe in every tear drop that you cried Sitting on the cushion fighting off your fears inside Now I wonder if your ears can hear this slamming door Because my ears have heard enough, can’t listen anymore