With tears in my hands that are not my own
and on me is a quilt of lies the me myself have sewn
and the laughter outside doesn't ring within
and the quilt of lies screams with my own sins
with the fear of loosing holding me back
and the weight of perfection holds the facts in a sack
and my hopes and dreams are clouded from the dark
and the light outside is always too bright, too stark
with a hand placed gently on my knee
and people seeing in my heart but the compassion is unseen
and when the moon comes out is my time to shine
and hearing these voices brings out a talent of mine
when I'm singing to this bittersweet symphony
and it doesn't beat to the rhythm that God set inside of me
I try so hard to understand
why this weight of my soul isn't the same for all of man
Flipping the switch of a smile always helped
but now I'm sitting outside and slowly killing myself
I'm an alien to these feelings but it's all I've been shown
My maybe in the depth of this deceiving heart, I just want to go home.
