Saddest Sound

Say you'll, be there with me I won't confess! I can't, help the way I feel And when the moments right, you gotta stop and think About the cyanide you keep in your bed side And when the moments right, and you're hurt inside You don't let them know you're feeling low Patterns emerge, I think I'm disturbed All I know is what I feel Holding my hand, so close to her heart And heartless is what I've learned to become The taste of this skin, a literal sin, he makes me, take what others will not And damage evolves us, it binds and it holds us to our greater purpose To our purpose When did the world get so disturbed? Tell me what it's like to be like God Mirrors in their eyes are staring at me They're staring at me with her And it serves you right, it serves you right Tell me what it's like to be like God All good things to those who wait But scars will never truly heal The past is always real