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Hearts And Broken Promises
I am what I am, The boy who sits in the gutter waiting
I am who I am, The boy who deserves no such berating
Why must I feel so alone, Standing by these hearts and broken promises
Why must I be so alone, With no words to repair my confidence
I have loved with all I am, I have given up everything in the name of hope
I have loved with all I am, Watching my distorted reflection struggle to cope
Will I be rescued from such pain, Or am I to lay on my own outside the picture
Will I be rescued from such pain, Or am I to lay on my own waiting to be delivered
As these colors run, As my thoughts race past my colorful dreams
As these eyes stare into the sun, I feel my blood pounding against the seams
When will I be reunited with the innocence that once covered my eyes
When will I be reunited with the angel that promised to fly me above the skies
I have built this everlasting wall out of scars, Held together by the ignored cries
I have withstood the strongest storms, Standing tall when confrontation rises
But my legs are tired, They can no longer hold up all these unfair expectations
But my hands are idle, They can no longer maintain the wall that no one cares to see
I am who I am, The boy who deserves no such berating
Why must I feel so alone, Standing by these hearts and broken promises
Why must I be so alone, With no words to repair my confidence
I have loved with all I am, I have given up everything in the name of hope
I have loved with all I am, Watching my distorted reflection struggle to cope
Will I be rescued from such pain, Or am I to lay on my own outside the picture
Will I be rescued from such pain, Or am I to lay on my own waiting to be delivered
As these colors run, As my thoughts race past my colorful dreams
As these eyes stare into the sun, I feel my blood pounding against the seams
When will I be reunited with the innocence that once covered my eyes
When will I be reunited with the angel that promised to fly me above the skies
I have built this everlasting wall out of scars, Held together by the ignored cries
I have withstood the strongest storms, Standing tall when confrontation rises
But my legs are tired, They can no longer hold up all these unfair expectations
But my hands are idle, They can no longer maintain the wall that no one cares to see
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