The art of losing, isn't hard to master
I lost it all and still survived
But the mistakes no longer shadow my face
Now that the scars have gone
Only the truth can release me
Of all the things he did wrong
But I'm not yet ready
So don't release a thing
I'm used to being blinded
Until the ghost inside begins to sing
You aren't yet used to me
You won't be ready
To feel the sting
That comes attached to a shattered mind
Just like me
I'm fragile and confused
But all that's become of me
Has always been me
I'm just falling into the same old year
Of a million tears with no escape
Somethings really never change
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