I see the eyes of a troubled heart
Staring back at me
As they begin to cry
Am I listening?
I've seen my troubled soul, growing old
With this heart of stone
Cracking over time
I wasn't listening
The blind lead the blind
The deaf cannot see
What you say behind those eyes
I just ask myself if it helps
This mind of mine
To wither with the time
And every tragedy
Welcome to my wasted life
I'm running out of Air
I'm fightning just to breathe
I strain to see
The reason I'm alive
The reason I should breathe
My desperation grows...grabs ahold
So enlightening
To an optimistic mind
That is listening
This tortured soul, doesn't know
The plot will always grow
Thicker over time
So just keep listening
The blind lead the blind
The deaf cannot see
What you say behind those eyes
I just ask myself if it helps
This mind of mine
To wither with the time
And every tragedy
Welcome to my wasted life