Collapse The Night Twists At Twenty-fifths
You think that I don't see the picture
When you see me through as something different.
I've got the talent but I don't have the effort.
I'll be surprised if you ever find the effort to
Believe in me; and don't you dare ask why
I'm not trying and I'm lying.
If you'd listen then you'd know that I can take myself
Forward and your ignorance back,
But you can't gain the strength to forget the things I lack.
There's blood on the first, and tears on the second.
Communicate with me without teaching a lesson.
I'll be fine, I swear that I'll be just fine.
Write me when I'm gone and see if I ever find the time for you.