Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life

He was warm, he came around like he was dignified

He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn’t be that man I adored

You don’t seem to know, don’t seem to care what your heart is for

But I don’t know him anymore

There’s nothing where he used to lie

My conversation has run dry

That’s whats going on, nothing’s fine I’m torn

I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel

I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You’re a little late, I’m already torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right

Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light

To crawl beneath my veins and now

I don’t care, I have no luck, I don’t miss it all that much

There’s just so many things that I can’t touch, I’m torn

You’re a little late, I’m already torn. Torn.

My inspiration has run dry

That’s what’s going on, nothings right, I’m torn

I’m cold and I’m ashamed bound and broken on the floor

You’re a little late, I’m already torn.