Wounds

Every morning I look at my reflection
And question who is staring back at me
Do I choose to be bitter, spiteful
And quick to make enemies?
All my words are daggers
My tongue is poisonous

Always quick to judge and slow with forgiveness
I keep burning bridges before I finish crossing
Spiral through the free-fall and pray for solid ground
Spiral through the free-fall, I can’t find solid ground

Reaching towards the heavens, looking for a hand
A hand I’ve never seen in this darkness

Who can pull me from this darkness?
Stop the tide from drowning me, in a sea of my regret
When all hope is fleeting, the waves carry me to shore
So I can start again

Fix my eyes on a new horizon
Free myself from the burden of my past
And pretend who I was yesterday is gone

Each time that I claim that I have been reborn
The voice inside tells me that I can never change
All my words will always turn to daggers pinning me to the wall
Now I’d die just to feel

Every emotion I’ve shown has been a clever forgery
Every memory held regret
And I was dying just to feel something real
Besides the shame of feeling every choice I ever made made hurt you
If it meant I could feel alive

I would show the world the truth
And let them take me as I am or cast me aside
At least I’d feel alive, (feel alive)
Or cast me aside, (cast me aside)