You found a line out while we all watched dumbfounded.
Was there a time when you had your life before the lay?
Was there a time when you thought you’d bend but never break?
It’s not an excuse, it’s not the way that you convey.
It’s the bones in your body -
the way that you have said I’m fine for fleeing now.
You found it, your life long province.
The wasted years on us reflect the disconnect between.
You can’t defend it because you know that I know you.
You know that I’ve always considered you my blood.
Greyscale today when you’ve always painted purpose,
when you always stood with poise.
Skins falling off the wolf - the skins falling off.
You grab back, you barely made it out.
Turn face, can’t stand to hear the shout.
You found a line out while we all watch dumbfounded.
The wasted years on us reflect the disconnect between.
You can’t defend it because you know that I’ve always considered you my blood.
They’re your flaws you made.
You persist in only external blame.
You admit to breaking away.