So where does this leave me? Hanging by a message; a device that I have grown to loathe a little more with every word I'm using just to cover up the truth that you're just a questionable figure in a tale far too dull to set in stone. And you'd say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us, and leave me here to figure out the difference.
I won't take my chances stuck in your speakers, like i'll be waiting when you get lost filling your nothing with my empty words and stories.
Try a call for once; just be a real person. Give me a reason to believe you're being genuine with what you want, and if I'm a part of that or not. 'Cause as the record shows, you always say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us and I don't want to sit around and play this.