Head Count

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