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
