My scars are hidden,
My skies are seen
The ache of living is all that is in between.
My words are silenced,
Mute is my song.
And after all this it still goes wrong.
The friendships shatter
So quick to lose
The feeling I need to be filling my shoes
Walking away
Into this night
Because I don't care anymore about who was right.
My light is lit,
My lips are hid
And all that I ever knew I did.
My hands are washed
My face is clean
This face that you have not seen.
My time is bought
I must be paid
For living in this blessed, god-damned way.