Rise

Highs getting low Light just shades of gray Heal emotions fade Give rise to the amputee Lack of affection Twist and turn With a tailored smile Obsessed with obsession My confession Situation run away So tired of feeling low The lie easy to see That we are on common ground Right where our hearts should be Lack of affection Twist and turn With a tailored smile Obsessed with obsession My confession Situation run away Take my heart away and give rise to the amputee