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/*inspiration] has run dry
That's what's going on, nothing's [fine/*right], 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
[*I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed, bound and broken on the floor]
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.