Haste Two Final Words
Paint this picture, color it with casualties of hope and sorrow, frame it with apathy
I find it hanging on a wall that you disguise as faith and trusting
Intent is realized morning moves my head
My hands reach to feel your face
My hands fall empty, these memories can't fill their grasps
I begin to focus on what i always thought i knew
Vomit my feelings and spit them back at you
Indifference fails me from the smile behind your eyes
In effect a failure, it seems just my size
Fill me inside, how i need this, feel the inside
I can't take this i open my arms just to miss you
Only you can fill this hole
So full...sick of life, i feel so old i can't change this now
Please show me how
