Paper Thin -

I got these scars in my hands

From all these times I held hands with my past

All these times you fake a smile

All these time you reach your breaking point

Every time the world goes quiet

For each time you were pinned to the wall

Don’t you know yourself at all?

In this life you were build to fall

And when the sun breaks through

You’ll find me ripping off my skin

Just tell me what to do

To let go of my own self

And when the sky falls apart

And every color turns to grey

Just tell me what to do

To let go of my own self

Dead men tell no tales, and these tales won’t tell themselves

Our wing are so frail, our hands hold only regret

Silence your voice in my head, this town won’t breathe again