Paroles: Haste. Two Final Words.

Paint this picture
Color it with casualties of hope and sorrow
Frame it with apathy
I find it hanging on a wall
that you disguise as faith and trusting
Intent is realized morning moves my head
My hands reach to feel your face
My hands fall empty
These memories can't fill their grasps

I begin to focus on
What I always thought i knew
Vomit my feelings
and spit them back at you
Indifference fails me
From the smile behind your eyes
In effect a failure
It seems just my size

fill me inside
how I need this
feel the inside
I can't take this
I open my arms just to miss you
only you can fill this hole

so full...sick of life
I feel so old I can't change this now
please show me how