[LuzID: Verse 1]
The suspense is eating me
See what you don't seem to see is we
Connect as one, which means I don't keep my greed to me
I let it freely be, which means I'll say these things
You may not want to hear or try to even believe
Over protective at times with consequences and lies
Been rejected through life, first impressions are blind
You're perfection to sight, though my possession is like
The invention of wine, deception until tried
I hear applause, what a brilliant speech
She's so resilient and speaks through her opinion it seems
She's almost hidden the weak, or written the grief
Out of the system she bleeds, possible condition she breathes
Frightened by exposure, your intentions grow grosser
Standards are lowered, you settle for mediocre
The rain hits our shoulders and you pray it's not over
Victim of another cold fall, it's October
We dress up as monsters, wear dresses or armor
Damsel in distress caresses her collar
It's impressive artwork, but not a good starter
More s** appeal means tears from a father
We steal with an honor, like it's no different
My reason for caring stems from more than just an interest
You are more than just image, you have restored my spirit
Your heart is beating...and I can hear it
[Hook]
Why, do we conjure up lies
You're fixed on me, and the same goes for I
She asked why, do you never feel alive?
What happened in your life? I could tell it wasn't right
Why? Beyond the shadows her song cries
Maybe the ballad wasn't timed
She asked why, she asked why
Why, do we bicker back and forth
When we don't even know what for
She asked why, do we not allow our core to be torn
Are we that afraid of more
Why, does my mind seem to deceive me
Sobs then says please don't leave me
She asked why, if I stop breathing
Then will the world finally hear me?
[Verse 2:]
Wrong men teach the lessons
My object of affection
If you subject yourself to the end of progression
Then you'll have less expression, limited in questions, prohibited to mention what you could've fixed then ended
We exhibited what's honest, like working alcoholics
Kinda like my mom did, but not busted for narcotics
The profit of our promise, costed more than the product
But I guess that's what happens when you're an artist
We're all a work in progress, still maturing
We sit still at jury, we could k** the fury
Till it spills the blood of another fulfilled attorney
For fighting against ourselves, we will not worry
Hurry
Whisper it slowly, you leave and I am lonely
My one an only, friend I can call mostly
Hang you on my empty shelf, very first trophy
Automatically attacked feeling all cozy
[Hook]