The places I remember are getting worn and withered
|
My heart's the picket fences and needs a little mending
|
am I not everything you thought I should be?
|
|
The faces in the picture are burnt just like the real ones
|
Our skin is the exposure it's gotten so much older
|
But am I not everything you thought I should be?
|
|
This life long competition still reeks of repetition
|
I've failed at everything I tried to do
|
my life plays in front of you
|
And now I've realized there's nothing left for me to hide
|
I've opened myself enough for the world to see my guts
|
|
Where are you now? and where have you been?
|
Everything and everyone, Everything and everyone
|
Must come to an end
|
|
The children in the school yard have grown so cold and tired
|
The shift is almost over I'm praying I don't get fired
|
Life isn't everything I thought it should be
|
|
The bills left on the table will be payed if I was able to
|
Work a few more hours, my life has grown so sour
|
Because I'm not everything I thought I could be
|
|
This life long competition still reeks of repetition
|
I've failed at everything I tried to do
|
my life plays in front of you
|
And now I've realized there's nothing left for me to hide
|
I've opened myself enough for the world to see my guts
|
|
Where are you now? and where have you been?
|
Everything and everyone, Everything and everyone
|
Must come to an end
|
|
The places I remember are getting worn and withered
|
My heart's the picket fences and needs a little mending
|
am I not everything you thought I should be?
|
|
-----------------
|
Picket Fences
|
| Hawthorne Heights |
