Dead Skin Like Stone Makes Me Ugly

Listening to: Blindside- After You're Gone

There could be victory in the words I do not write
The ones you don't read
That are not left behind

There is a treason in this purity that brings a lump to your throat
Another lost investment

Come on, do you think you could win this fight?

My concern is not with this battle, or even with you
I will seek this newfound freedom
for the love that is given
To show them what you blinded me to see