Sewn together, piece by piece then I’m torn apart. My mistakes are chipping at my heels. Thunder peals in my glass, this cheap defeat. Always against the grain Failure knows my name to well.
Oh God: I’m blinking in and out And these cold walls; these cold floors are back again And I thought I left them.
My nails are blunt from all the biting.
All I want never seems to work out, how I planned, how I planned All I want never seems to matter, it’s all I have, it’s not my plan
Dreams flick through my blood, do these determine who I am? Well they make me sick. He’s won again. I can’t erase these images All these thoughts keep speaking in my ears. Take these, my tarnished things, even though you see me clean.