Behind these eyes, true sadness lies
I realize it's a disguise...I feel my sinking spirit rise
Teardrop stop...I rewind my mind
hoping against hope that there's a better place to find
Reminding myself that I must never forget
the day that the fire and the rain first met
I got scared that day and let my heart run away
and once my body followed, I began to pray
I prayed hard and fast for the past...when I was free
I prayed to God that there's a God...and he would save me from me
An epiphany from the Father, a whisper from the Son
The true, broken me is better than the fake, healed one...