Untitled.
In the blink of an eye
At the turn of a page
Trapped inside of my brain
Praying that these bars break
Praying that these words make
Marks on your heart or place
Themselves in your spirit
Wait
Wait
Wait
Waiting for some grace
Waiting for some change
Waiting for some love
If you got it God, send it my way
Take
Take
Take
Taking my time
But is the pace too slow?
Taking what is mine
But is it worth fools gold?
Fake
Fake
Fake
Faking my name
Who am I? tell me, do you know?
Phased by mistakes
Truly selfish at the end of the day
Don't remind me yea I know
Gruesome, grave latent thoughts emerge out the cracks of me
Bruises and ugly cuts inflicted on myself can't seem to take a far enough step back to Evaluate
Procrastinate
Habits that I take with me to the bottom of my grave
Grueling over lost sense, caught feelings, bottled quick
Lucid grasp of foolish motives for something I should've stopped
Know my heart is guiding right, I need to listen. feeling odd
Out of touch
Balance off
Wither in my own rot
That's been the pattern, but I want a different rhythm to the madness
It's been my habit to wallow and fall to folly, life is tragic
Internal sadness, keep on smiling keep the cameras all laughing
Microphone personality, guilty, fake the happy
Vice to my own problems, or maybe its happenstance to catastrophe
Or maybe its happenstance to catastrophe
In the blink of an eye
At the turn of a page
Trapped inside of my brain
Praying that these bars break
Praying that these words make
Marks on your heart or place
Themselves in your spirit
Wait
Wait
Wait
Waiting for some grace
Waiting for some change
Waiting for some love
If you got it God, send it my way
Take
Take
Take
Taking my time
But is the pace too slow?
Taking what is mine
But is it worth fools gold?
Fake
Fake
Fake
Faking my name
Who am I? tell me, do you know?
Phased by mistakes
Truly selfish at the end of the day
Don't remind me yea I know
At the turn of a page
Trapped inside of my brain
Praying that these bars break
Praying that these words make
Marks on your heart or place
Themselves in your spirit
Wait
Wait
Wait
Waiting for some grace
Waiting for some change
Waiting for some love
If you got it God, send it my way
Take
Take
Take
Taking my time
But is the pace too slow?
Taking what is mine
But is it worth fools gold?
Fake
Fake
Fake
Faking my name
Who am I? tell me, do you know?
Phased by mistakes
Truly selfish at the end of the day
Don't remind me yea I know
Gruesome, grave latent thoughts emerge out the cracks of me
Bruises and ugly cuts inflicted on myself can't seem to take a far enough step back to Evaluate
Procrastinate
Habits that I take with me to the bottom of my grave
Grueling over lost sense, caught feelings, bottled quick
Lucid grasp of foolish motives for something I should've stopped
Know my heart is guiding right, I need to listen. feeling odd
Out of touch
Balance off
Wither in my own rot
That's been the pattern, but I want a different rhythm to the madness
It's been my habit to wallow and fall to folly, life is tragic
Internal sadness, keep on smiling keep the cameras all laughing
Microphone personality, guilty, fake the happy
Vice to my own problems, or maybe its happenstance to catastrophe
Or maybe its happenstance to catastrophe
In the blink of an eye
At the turn of a page
Trapped inside of my brain
Praying that these bars break
Praying that these words make
Marks on your heart or place
Themselves in your spirit
Wait
Wait
Wait
Waiting for some grace
Waiting for some change
Waiting for some love
If you got it God, send it my way
Take
Take
Take
Taking my time
But is the pace too slow?
Taking what is mine
But is it worth fools gold?
Fake
Fake
Fake
Faking my name
Who am I? tell me, do you know?
Phased by mistakes
Truly selfish at the end of the day
Don't remind me yea I know
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Scheuerman
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