Third Person View
Third Person View (11/21/2007)
Trudging through this consciousness, sometimes I pray for coma
A little break from anything until everything was over
Lifted off my shoulders, the freedom leaves me sober
Broken chains have fallen, growing warmer and not colder
But, sadly, I still know her and him and you and every one
The questions keep on building and construction is not ever done
Faces turn to better ones while seeking paths to walk on
My guidance is not ever free, there’s always pain to fall on
So I thrust myself right on it, my questions never answered
Dealing out solutions while the time flies by much faster
There’s never time left after, there’s always people searching
There’s always someone left of me, who needs me when they’re hurting
Cause I’m decent at observing, I’m the perfect view of third
I can calculate the logic of the scenes that give you hurt
I just understand emotion and those thoughts that aren’t mine
I can disassemble any scene and find your way to “fine”
But solutions aren’t simple in the moments that I need them
I free you from the weights you bear, but bury me beneath them
I feel them and I see them, but I can’t find the translation
My view is so obscured by my fears and hesitation
So I steer to desolation, I avoid substance and meaning
Cutting off the arteries of the lying and the cheating
I’ll help you heal from beatings, the bruises left by life
And show you every sun and moon while fleeing from the light
Notes: Pretty simple: It’s about being able to help others, but not oneself.
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