The Kind That Could

I never been the kind that could
Look at the sunshine & could say to myself
These are the good times & i'm fine
I would rather be a craftsman
Building as endless maze
Get lost in my own creation
& have to backtrack for days
Build walls out of lies
Create the footing that hate buys
Watch this deceitful soil grow
Only the weeds of my demise
See my thought process resembles as algebraic equation
The slower i stroll towards resolution the obvious the solution
When i fall flat on my face once agian

Will you pick me up?
Will you lend a hand?
Can you whisper the words that i need to hear?
Will you tell me that you understand?

I remember the times i walked away
When what i should have done was run
All the teaching tools wasted on me
The work that i've undone
All the hollow apologies
All the smiles of courtesy
All the empty words
The facts i've slurred
The vocal agility
It all got me nowhere extremely fast
An unsurpassed volume of ugliness that will outlast
Even though i know this behavior should not occur again
I need to know when i look up
I'll see your reaching hand
When i fall flat on my face once agian

Will you pick me up?
Will you lend a hand?
Can you whisper the words that i need to hear?
Will you tell me that you understand?

I just want you to pick me up
& i just need you to pick me up
& just one last time all i need is
All i need is when i fall flat on my face once again

Will you pick me up?
Will you lend a hand?
Can you whisper the words that i need to hear?
Will you tell me that you understand?