Lost in the mind of our devide

Trapped in a mine you cry for some distant savior

When will you plan your stay away

No longer abrasive I pray

Throwing my head into my hands again

Cause I cant pretend

I dont feel astray from you

When will I be clear of this burden of losing the truth

Cut loose and thrown to the wind

I won't be seeing you again

I cant defend or befriend or pretend for someone who strokes my decline