As long as we have our makeup on our guard is up.
As long as we smoke our poison no one really needs to know how we feel.
Underneath was just a pile of vulnerable bones.
Living this life to stir change with in ourselves, and never initiate the act.
We live each day just to find were empty.
The same routine eroding your time,
we know this will never be enough, to live for human love,
or to say we became something.
this soul is never satisfied unless its embodied
with something everlasting. to have truth in a world
thats rusting from the inside out.
we all know its out there
we just want to put it off. waiting on a roof top
watching life live with out you, like a ghost.
We’d rather just stay where we are because were afraid to move.
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