Me and the fool in the photograph
A soul many times revealed
The scars only have concealed
I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I refuse to form
Now I will be free
But lately I refuse you
With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed
No more the fool in the photograph
That night chained in your embrace
Day dawned and I saw your face
I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I begin to form:
Now I will be free
Lately I refuse you
With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed
Wasting time you tell the story still
Made your mind you're chasing the moon
Making scars among the glory