Another failure is another reason to concede

Resume the refusals to maintain credibility

So sick and tired of playing make believe

Bleed through these wounds to reveal the unquenched thirst for something real

Your beliefs will not be my shame

(Your beliefs will not be my shame)

Your absence will not be my grave

(Your absence will not be my grave)

Something’s always missing

Like an ashtray among the smoke free

Taunting and reminding

That you can’t have what you crave

Lost under this double life

Within my doubts I find I’ll never lead this pretty life

Soon, before I end this truce

I’ll tell you that you’ll never have this piece of me, I’ll fucking be me

I won’t change or grow, instead

I’ll dive in and fish through

These nails that are cutting

Me into this mold I’ve

Created and killed

Your beliefs will not be my shame

Your absence will not be my grave