This picture was painted by numbers.
This promise was drawn from lies and mistakes.
I'm thinning out my outlook while you're turning action to inaction in disguise.
Can you speak your mind, does it, come out like a story or forced through a sieve?
Your scars hold more than history.
Fight like you mean it, like you meanto end it all.
The world keeps turning and handshakes and shaking are going full-circle.
This promise was drawn from lies and mistakes.
I'm thinning out my outlook while you're turning action to inaction in disguise.
Can you speak your mind, does it, come out like a story or forced through a sieve?
Your scars hold more than history.
Fight like you mean it, like you meanto end it all.
The world keeps turning and handshakes and shaking are going full-circle.