Here is a day when I can't find the sun;
Bleached out, washed out, colors that run;
And those who don't care what they say or do
Are those who would walk away from you.
Dogs that bite and dogs that don't;
People promise what I know they won't;
Lying or hiding, where is the line?
Ask me, I'll tell you everything's fine.
Love isn't love if you don't say the words;
And truth is still truth even if it's unheard;
Somebody save me from those who are dead;
Somebody tell me what lives in my head.
Painted on gold looks nice from afar;
Up close it's chipped, fading, and scarred;
Hold the pieces, the tatters, the remnant of this
And tell me I don't need all that I miss.
Fighting the past is like fighting smoke;
Rush down my throat, laugh as I choke;
Around me, inside of me, breathless fear,
But surrender is not an option here.