Loosing sight of what matters dimming my demeanor in the brightness of the flatter Enticing is the chatter of room filled with candor Replaced by the fumes that conclude with the banter Moth to a flame & couldn't hold a candle to what I use to be, to what I use to handle I use to be hungry appetite for respect Now I just expect people want something from me Service at a table that revolved in my favor designated savior guess I'm picking up the check developing a pallet for a rather bitter flavor the fruits of my labor at a price I won't fetch cost me friends, cost me an ex but that ain't even debt that I would see as regret But most men would, as I probably should the man I am now ain't the man I recollect
Searching for the elements of how I came together stumbled on some blame, bumped into whatever my disposition say that I don't give a fuck never there was a few times that the armor got severed The walls came down & the skin wasn't leather And if you wanted to hurt me, the closer, the better my foes were, poser as a shoulder And went I to lean on, they let me fall over And those are, the lessons that you when you're older it's harder to burned when your heart becomes colder a bolder, but in return for your heart of stone it's harder to let your guard down when the problems gone a soldier, that keeps fighting when the war's done forever ready for when more comes/ aiming a the mirror I might end up shooting me don't recognize the man that I use to be who's he