Spider like
I would cry a million times, but the wells have all gone dry
A little lie I can't forget, a truth I hide behind
Never claimed to be a Saint, Nor a Sinner I'm so faint
I spin a web to wrap around myself, I'm the only one stuck in this trap
Legs to walk the rope, pray the rain won't give way to hope
I express myself through agony, but I can see the end of me
I lie alone in bed at night, crying out for love to find
A shattered mirror catches my fall, impaling me with the truth of it all
So I write these virtues, to release myself
But I feel like such a thrall, I've seen it all and I've watched my fall
These eyes I use to see, they're not my own please leave me be
In the end I'm just a man, and all in all I wish I'd ran
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