The Divide

I'm growing too weak to stand here on my own two feet.
And if I fall, how will I ever find the comfort?
And if I fall, will I ever return to you?
If I let this state of mine decide how I fumble through my life
All the pieces of my broken heart can't build me a way to your blinding sight.
Cannot find me a way to all that is right.
I continue on, I know that I will never return.
Not now, not ever.
All my thoughts have been lost, taken by ghosts that haunt the living.
Did I ever care about anything other than how I appear?
I left who I am on the inside to die, to give the surface a fighting chance, to paint the picture of who I am.
All this fear I hid inside, you promised to take from me.
Perfect love is all I need to make me strong not weak.
So take this burden from me, leaving me white as snow.
Take this burden from me & make me, make me whole.
All my faults are made strong, much harder to wipe from my conscience.
Reinforced by my own self-destruction.
Pick yourself up off the floor.
Pick yourself up off the floor.
I continue on, I know that I will never return.
Not now, not ever.
This isn't a dream where I just wake up.
I've hit the bottom with no rope to pull me up.
To get me out.
Get me out.
Caught on the other side of the divide.