Closure

Bury me in glass so you can see
What you've done to me
And prosper in your
Disdainfulness, your arrogance
Like running in circles
You chase me around
I could get used to the pain
But I hate the sound you make
It's not moving forward, it's a bad play
Will you see your face
And admit that your colors went away

Fade away into your charring soul
I peel off the dead skin
And wash it away
This is the last time
I let you take it all
Even if solitude is what I get
I have to save my soul

With a smile on my face
I offer you my soul
Take a piece of me
Just to get me closer
To the sun
I hate the sound you make
It's not moving forward, it's a bad play
Will you see your face
And admit that your colors went away

Fade away into your charring soul
I peel off the dead skin
And wash it away
Fade away into your charring soul
I peel off the dead skin
And wash it away
This is the last time I let you take it all
Even if solitude is what I get
I have to save my soul