I have always been a few steps behind   Just close enough to see the green in your eyes   The way the music plays   Or how there is always something in the air   it reminds me that I could never escape you.      How sad I must look when I search for my own path   I have nothing except my heart in my hands   I am trying to live my life   According to the words on my arms   But this is so much more painful than the actual process      These scars are all justified in my own mind   I always feel like I am wasting paper    on words I've already written   My, how I wish I could piece together   what is scattered across the floor   In all my pain,   In all my glory you are still a familiar voice.   Kingdom come, with fire.