Lost between what use to be and what will never be, I hide behind the words unheard and the thoughts unspoken
Stuck in a world, where judging is life, where love is just another word said, and not meant
We hide behind the lies we made and the wall we've built, hovering over what could of been
Coming to the realization that life is complicated, you come to a conclusion that perfection is its own self
Lost between what use to be and what will be
