Lyrics
- Insight -
I’ve never been anywhere near this close to see,
Now I’m here and I won’t go back to the way things used to be
And I never felt anything get this close to me
Once inside, the lightening strikes and the rain comes down in
Sheets
I’ve never dragged my feet through a storm that’s so severe
But is my shoulder strong enough to bare the weight of a single
Tear
I’ve never lost myself inside a bitter feeling,
Now it’s my turn to pour salt in the gash that keeps us breathing
The essence that makes us be, I can’t run away from me
I hear footsteps
Above my head but I feel nothing
I can’t see to find the truth or what is known
Beyond this place, and what I try to not remember is etched across
my Face
And I can almost smell the thoughts that phase behind my eyes
And I can taste the stain in my mind
I have won
But was it worth the fight if I can’t remember why
Between lies I filled the space with a broken truth
And I’m done with your charade
Understand what is not understandable
I would teach myself to fly but this world has got me grounded
In my mind, I have won
But was it worth the fight if I lost sight of the prize?
I’ve never know anything to leave so many questions
I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I don’t know where to go
I’ve never caught myself in a bed made of deceit,
But once upon a time I prayed for someone who would hear me
Never one time did I ever wish one to harm them,
But I’ve stood behind these eyes, watched the acts of senseless
Violence
I’ve never lost myself in a wounded feeling
But I’ve got to rub the salt inside the gash that keeps us breathing
The essence that makes us be, I can’t run away from me
I hear footsteps
Above my head but I feel nothing
I can’t see to find the truth or what is known
Beyond this place and what I try not to remember is etched across
My face
And I can almost smell the thoughts that phase behind my eyes
And I can taste the stain in my mind
I have won
But was it worth the fight if I can’t remember why
Between lies, I filled the space with a broken truth
And I’m done with your charade
Understand what is not understandable
I would teach myself to fly but this world has got me grounded
In my mind, I have won but was it worth the fight if I lost sight of the
Prize?
What Is mine, is not to be owned
In my eyes, the haze blinded me
Now I can’t see, what hasn’t happened.
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