The memories we hold so close to heart, pa** us by
We see the vilified visions of futures grim, yet these never die
And how was I to believe in what was swept away?
Torn away, over and over, and over again
I am unspoken, I am repressed
Hollowed soul
A spirit more broken than he shows
How can an empty vessel be filled with hope, when trust is nothing more than a monument?
I guess the only way to break a heart that won't let go is to take it for granted
I have faltered at the edge of belief that we have more than just promises we don't keep
And still my frailties run deep,
I carry them with me silently
So I've made enemies of time and gravity
One forces me to move on, the other pulling me underneath what I believed in
It's far beyond my reach,
And I'm left to sort the memories from deceits
The frailties we so gladly carry, the burdens we won't know, have us growing old
Now I know, I can never be free of my fragility
The man I hoped I'd be has been swept away
Torn away, over and over, and over again
These are the means, where is the end?
No more will your frailties go unspoken
Misfortunes aside, the lies you abide
In the end, this you have chosen