I see straight through this

These walls I've built are only made of glass

Break them down then sort through the pieces

Try and build something that seems to be true

I cut my hands on all the razor edges

Attempting to find a reflection of you

Its not your time yet young one

Just hold on tight

I can try to blame you

I know you're right

I say its like I'm playing a game

There's no end it drives me insane

I'll never see it for what it is

A subconscious wall that refuses to give

Its not your time yet young one

Just hold on tight

The emotions run thin, I'm not giving in

This is the end of the line

The line

My words bleed through this paper

Reaching out my hand to grasp onto my maker

I never wanted to let you in

So I'm calling the shots till the day I make my end

These words mean nothing to me

I'll go paint a picture of the man that you want me to be

I wont change for you

I'm through wearing this mask

I'm just a thing of the past

Its not your time yet young one

Just hold on tight

I can try to blame you

I know you're right

I say its like I'm playing a game

There's no end it drives me insane

I'll never see it for what it is

A subconscious wall that refuses to give

Its not your time yet young one

Just hold on tight

The emotions run thin, I'm not giving in

This is the end of the line