While my hands are tied and your spirits alive,
It’s in you I confide, I have nowhere to hide.
Underline the Sincerity.
This heartbeat I feel is meant for you.
It’s the bottom of the barrel and I know it’s true.
Underline the Sincerity.
Why can’t you follow you’re heart?
I know it’s so hard to break away.
But you’re so good at pretending everything is all right.
Underline the Sincerity.
You are my hope in disguise. You are my apathy.
You’re like a bottled up message that I never will find.
You have the key to my heart.
You are my permanent high.
Underline the Sincerity.
In this moment, I can promise there is no guarantee
that this count down is long enough to believe
that you’re here in my heart and you’re waiting for me.
And every time I have a vision of you,
I want to tear it apart; I want to feel something new.
When I find out how you consider me game
I’m putting poison in the letters that you spell in your name.
But never mind me, you are the person you are,
How you cut like a knife; how you’re leaving these scars.


