Through their eyes,
They only see what we show,
They don't see below,
They don't realize
That our hearts beat
But they are breaking
From all the hits they've taken
From all the defeat
They don't hear the strum of our guitar strings
They don't here the lyrics we cry
I wonder why
They never hear us sing
They don't see that we're becoming so helpless
As everything turns so wrong
By the chorus of the song
That this melody is regressed
They don't feel the sorrow that falls from our lips
Or see the tears we brush away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day
And we start to slip
They don't see that we are the broken ones
That hide behind words that can only mean so much.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Through their eyes,
They only see what we show,
They don't see below,
They don't realize
That our hearts beat
But they are breaking
From all the hits they've taken
From all the defeat
They don't hear the strum of our guitar strings
They don't here the lyrics we cry
I wonder why
They never hear us sing
They don't see that we're becoming so helpless
As everything turns so wrong
By the chorus of the song
That this melody is regressed
They don't feel the sorrow that falls from our lips
Or see the tears we brush away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day
And we start to slip
They don't see that we are the broken ones
That hide behind words that can only mean so much.
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