I'm trying

To mold this into something that works

I've been

Tearing down these walls I once stood

With these hands

Are callused from failure attempts of construction that

Never end

(Never)


This assembly line can't move any faster

The steady course we've had

Is nearing it's decline

(It's decline)

(Decline)

Unless we pick up production

I never wanted more than to be satisfied

Am I capable?

This feels so far away

(Far away)

So far that forever seems closer


It's too late

I'm sorry

Don't believe the stories

I can't control what is said

I'm here now for what it's worth

I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless


And I can remember

The bliss of ignorance

No need to compromise heart and mind

I'm spoiled by

The opposition forced to face this endeavor

Will I succeed

In managing the impossible?

Someone help me out

I'm miserable


It's too late

I'm sorry

Don't believe the stories

I can't control what is said

I'm here now for what it's worth

I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless


Believe this

If nothing else I'm true to my word

I'm true to my word

I'm true to my word


It's too late

I'm sorry

Don't believe the stories

I can't control what is said

I'm here now for what it's worth

I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless