When i found the truth it ruined who i was
New foundation like clockwork
I could not close my eyes
I thought i knew hatred; i laugh at that now
Who i was i could be again
This leash i hold wearing thin
Black to remain clear to move on
If i look back, salt will stand still and i will become the useless pillar
I could be again in your way
Vinegar in your eyes
Strawman argument like clockwork
I fail again; my surface intentions
I fail again in my deepest intentions
All the while black to remain