Lyrics.

Are you really willing?
I think your willing to walk around the people lying on the ground.
Someone asks you to lend a helping hand and you whine.
Why me?
What about that guy?
You’d stop at nothing to get to the front of the line.
You’ll miss out on everything just to get ahead in life.
-Not finished.




You didn't pick up or pick up on your last wake up call.
You haven't let a soul help.
Not just once.
Not even at all.
You've decided to fall down further into this rut of nothing more then selfishness.
-Not finished.

If things get real for me over here then I'm staying.
You'll be leaving by yourself but my story will go on without too early of an ending.
-Not finished.

He'd say open wider.
Shed say open your eyes.
Hes stroking your thighs.
Your mothers feeding you lies.
He wants you to comply.
Shes begging for compromise.
-Not finished.

Lyrics.

Somewhere you know theres a hole in my theories.
I’ve left my brain on the table now tighten the screws.
I’m so caged inside. I cannot turn around from this.
I wont turn this around for you.
Theres a hole my friends.
These dreams of mine combust.
I’m left with almost nothing.
Just fine print.
No actual paper to put it on.
Left with only negatives.
No actual pictures.
And space for more emptiness.
Space left for nothing.
Will someone please fix me?
So many pieces still missing.
Parts of this mind of mine have fallen out.
Are you still tightening my screws?
Getting outside from myself is all on you.
Please put me back.
I'm starting to crack now.
Cracking up and fading away.