Have you ever tried to speak when everything you said just comes out wrong, and the people that you love never understand that you aren't like them. I tried to persuade you to feel the same. But to what avail? All hail all my flaws open season and on display. And you said I feel so distant, I said I wish I could listen, because I feel the need to fall deeper. But when I have to dig myself out of my own flaws, my talents draw to become my failure. And oh I wish I could give you so much more, because you'll see, what's left of me are rushed emotion and incomplete devotion. And redemption is just a scar on this flesh that seems to consume me. But if I wasn't so shallow will you ever find solace in me? But why do I have to die for just when second with you when you wont even give me that second? Despite that hindrance I'd give anything for you to be a part of me.