Art is emotion

You know it's not fair what you're doing to me
Cause I don't know if you'll stay
But I know you want to, so why don't you?

I can feel your eyes as I start to tell you
I'm tired of waiting for the truth
I wish that I could help you
But what would that do to you?

The truth beneath the mask you wear is showing it's light
You fall to pieces, but you say that you don't know why
Among the things you've said and done, which of them feels right?

You call me, tell me that he's not the one you thought you would want and need,
But you can't find the time to find me in your heart

Tell me what you think I should do when you fall apart again?

Curse my bones, I'm drawing blood
Can you save yourself?
Oh my god, what have I done?
I can't live with this hell

All the time you know you used,
I swear I would wait forever if I knew
You are the space in my soul where things make sense in the world

So when faced with losing you, I would rather lose myself.

Take apart your shattered stones,
Giving you what you've had all along
And you're tired of all the lies
and the feelings kept deep inside

"Where do they hide? Why can't I find them?

How many times do I have to say,
If you speak with him again, that will be the day
I turn myself against the board, and you will just agree
Because I've always got control

I've always had control."

But you,
You never,
You never listened to a word that I said.