Smokescreen

It's not your fault for
The way I've turned out
There's just so much
I put myself through
I'm losing touch with
Who I want to be
Should I be afraid of
Turning out like you
Tell me it's not true
Sitting alone at the side of my bed
Writing songs about mistakes
I haven't laid to rest yet
Help me learn to reconcile with these
Thoughts in my mind cause
I hate being cynical
Will I fall in line
Will I fall in line
Yea
Is this all a lie
Everything keeps moving forward
While I'm stuck here wasting your time
My throat is sore and my eyes are dry
I think I've finally lost my mind
Where did things go wrong
When will it be enough
These thoughts are heavy enough
To break my bones and reduce my hope
To dust that collects in an ashtray beside
All the problems I choose to ignore
Your trust in me seems to have faltered more
Was it something I did
Is it the son I came to be
I wish that I could change these
things that come in between you and me
I'm falling deeper into my mind
Losing sight of what it's like to know
I haven't let you down
And that you see all that I try