In the wake anchors drag me every single step I take. I never felt like this before. Day by day, I lose my faith in everything I ever say of one that I once adored.
My smile's fake in every picture I take, too. But if your eyes were open, you'd see the same in you.
Here we are we're at the edge of axiom (I never meant to get so close)
Every line was meant to keep me feeling numb (You see what I've become)
I cant keep fighting every fairy tale you feel. I can't keep hiding everything that makes me real at the Edge of Axiom
Tell me your saddest story. You're trying hard to save me, but you're bringing us both down, even when you're not around. This isn't easy for me. It's the cynical me. Apologies abound, so how could I trust you now?