Is like searching for a needle in a world made of hay
Pick it up wrong, you get stung anyway
You flaunt your invisible tears
To make them cave in
Sing your song of woe
So they think you need saving
- But no one can save you from yourself
They flaunt their emotions
To make you endear
Though you just close your eyes
And they all disappear
- No one can save them from themselves
Finding the heart in any of your songs
Is like searching for a right amidst all of your wrongs
It’s all a façade that we watch you put on
Feedback makes me smile.
