Caricamento in corso...

Shaky Heads

He knows who he is.

You don’t know me
You don’t know anything
You have razors in your own eyes
Don’t try to shed light in my own while yours are still blind
You think you can read my own expression
You can’t read me
You can’t even see your own lies
So how can you see me?
You think you’re stating the truth
You’re a liar who believes your own lies
You don’t know me or my family
You don’t know my life
They lost their daughter long ago when they refused to love their son
You think you’re winning me over by burying me in the world to come
You’re not winning me
You’re losing what you never had
Just like me once upon a time
Things like this always end bad
Don’t try to fill my mouth with words unsaid
It’s none of your fucking business
I’ll get my shit together when I’m dead
I’m not a book my face shouldn’t be read
The words written on my face are nothing you can comprehend
Don’t try to tell me how I feel
My feelings run deeper than you could ever know
You’ll never be a part of me
You’ll never climb out of your woe
My life might seem simple to see
When you’re standing on the other side of the door
If you want me to get better help me lift my body off the floor
You’re not healing me by saying I’m weak
You’re only stating the obvious
You can’t hear the words I speak
The way I was raised
I was raised to be tough
Because I’ve always known values and crushing waves
But I’ve never known love
They lost their daughter long ago when they refused to love their son
You think you’re winning me over by burying me in the world to come
You’re not winning me
You’re losing what you never had
Just like me once upon a time
Things like this always end bad
Once you hold your shaky head high
There’s nothing keeping your from soaring to the sky
Way down here the world seems so big
Way up high you’ll find a reason to live
I’ve held my shaky head high
I’ve taken the first steps towards strengthening my wings
Someday they’ll be ready
Someday I’ll be free
And like all the others you’ll be forced to stay
With your feet on the ground
You’ll keep your weakening shoulders slouched down
When you look up
You’ll see me there
Along with all the others
Who chose to fly way up here
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