Hurt

Can you see through the fog?
Through the dim light, shining through the haze.
Approach the sinister fences
And venture into the maze.
Twisting paths, left and right.
Dead ends and traps beneath our sight.
If you reach the center,
I'll give you the truth.

Open your eyes.

Perhaps you'll see me by the gravestone
Of my dreams and passions,
Laid to rest, left to die.
Where I lie.
Crimson tears trickling down the stone marker.
Can you hear me cry?
Can you hear how I
Hurt?

If you stand and watch where I can't see you
You will see the darkness beneath my liar's mask.
What would you do?
If confrontation hit you hard?
Grab my wrists and throw the shard,
Or just turn and run,
Because decisions are too hard.

Look at me.

Perhaps you'll see me by the gravestone
Of my dreams and passions,
Laid to rest, left to die.
Where I lie.
Crimson tears trickling down the stone marker.
Can you hear me cry?
Can you hear how I
Hurt?

I look up
I see your eyes.
I see your shock
Watch my demise.
Watch me fall,
And lose it all.
Watch me crumple
Within these walls.

Don't let go,
I'm losing grip.
My fingers crumble,
And I slip.
I'm falling.

Perhaps you'll see me by the gravestone
Of my dreams and passions,
Laid to rest, left to die.
Where I lie.
Crimson tears trickling down the stone marker.
Can you hear me cry?
Can you hear how I
Hurt?

I'm gone.