*Don't Even Know*

Why don't you let this fall
And see what's left behind,
What's being kept within
Your precious soul?
This vibe I'm feeling
Never satisfying,
Why don't you let it be
What it was meant to be.

It's like I don't even know you anymore,
Your head low while dragging your feet,
Keeping the pain inside,
When all is said and done.

So many thing's I'd like to tell you,
But so little time,
I'm afraid that by the time I let it out
You won't remember me,
Reflections can only by so much
To clear away what's left inside,
When all is gone and you move on
To wherever life take you,
Will you remember me?

It's like I don't even know you anymore,
All the pain you held inside is catching up to you,
I hate to see you like this
And so useless when I can't do anything,
Don't even know you anymore.

This Whole Time

False alarms,
Awkward moments,
Fallen times with what you expected,
Stolen heart,
A wall to hide your tears,
No one really knows what they've got
Until it's gone,
A strong tide coming in.

Quit trying to be someone else,
There are times we'll struggle,
Built bridges and bright candles,
But nothing's ever good enough for you.

Who will rescue you?
Who will help you when you dig yourself a hole?
Gunning for the main prize,
Wondering what it would be like to have it all,
But you had it all,
And you let it die this whole time.

Quit trying to be someone else,
There are times we'll struggle,
Built bridges and bright candles,
This whole time wasn't ever good enough for you.

Start of Something

Well the wind sweeps you off your feet,
You're glistening home, where you belong,
Thunderous sounds, empty desires,
Far from where you stood,
Watching life pass by at the blink of an eye,
The sky is dark at times,
Zoning out, putting yourself behind,
Now doesn't feel right,
Tomorrow's another story.

(slow)
The other,
Makes the best out of every situation,
Skepticism penetrated by optimism,
Well when she breaks down,
She picks herself right where she left off,
No excuses, she knows when she digs herself a hole,
Commiserating, conversations pick off so easily.
(fade out)

Back to the one who's immature,
You're stuck inside your pathetic world,
Where everyone's at your feet,
Controlled to please and obey,
All is good until you're bored,
Manipulating hearts for fun,
Beautiful, life in your eyes,
Preaching the world with chosen words,
Young and naive,
Dumb and beauty,
Stuck inside, empty desires.

(slow)
This girl,
In her green jacket,
Sitting on her own,
So genuine, filled with love,
A mind of her own,
Free as a bird,
Never craves attention,
Just wants someone to hold her,
But not afraid to be alone,
Picks herself up,
Says what's on her mind, everytime,
Others before herself,
Never in a rush,
This girl.
(fade out)