Hiding between the satin sheets is a promise to be broken
Hiding between the pages is a lie waiting to be told.
Hiding between my emotions insecurity breeds within me.
There's bridges to be crossed and bridges to be burned,
but where to go when the last bridge is the last bridge to cross?
When will I be okay, when will I let fear break me?
Is this really directed towards me, or a vent of emotion?
I'm tired of you living in my life, where there's nothing but tension,
Constantly on the rise.
I'm tired of being forced into yours, where you're losing the battles,
and the battle's always beating you.
Thank God, Thank God for telling me to go.
To me, you're now nothing but a solid shadow.
Goodbye dear friend.
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