I don’t have the words anymore
I don’t have the phrases that’ll make you move
All the times before like a fool
I had a deal I was trying to sell you on
This maybe my first one
My first cry for help
Its been under mounds of dust up on my shelf
I’m tired of posing as your son
I’m tired of thinking its all in the bag
I know you see straight down into my heart
of all the roles I play you know my truest one is
Me behind closed doors
Behind all the lies I front
Symbols of who I’d be without your love
I don’t have the tears, so will you weep for me?
You don’t have my fears, so will you fight for me?
I don’t have a prayer please pray for me
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