Vines

Every day is another chance to fill
All the graves that I've been digging.
The hardest part about life is that you're living
The past and the present,
The act of forgiving yourself for everything you did
But oh back then, you were just a kid.
Stop blaming yourself for everything.

When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
You have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight,
Of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith,
If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.

And in the deepest part of your dark mind,
I know there's things that you wish you could hide.
But will come out in other ways.
Insecurity's addiction's pain.
An ode to our happiness, you lie to yourself every day.
That's how you cover up your pain.
I know all of this because I used to live that way.

When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
You have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight
Of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith.
If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.

So don't spend so much of your life
Wasting water on withering vines,
When you are rotting on the inside.
There's a dozen in your mind.

When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
You have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight
Of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith.
If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.

All the fears you're hiding in that place,
Is a waste now.
It's a waste now.
Is a waste now.