awaken in a state, not my own
the only thing that's real
is that amongst these walls
i whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul
shutting out my conscience, but i think i know

it hurts me to be angry
it kills me to be kind
but my only torment
is my own disguise
waiting on a favor only goes to show
there's not much in them you can hold

awaken to the only fact that i've
simply wasted chances, but i'm not yet to die
and waiting for my temperament to calm
maybe they can't hear the cracks behind these eyes.

it hurts me to be angry
it kills me to be kind
but my only torment
is my own disguise
waiting on a favor only goes to show
there's not much in them for you to hold

it starts to become something
you can't touch but you can feel
there's something else surrounding me
it's not easy to see

waiting on the chance i've got
i hide behind these walls,
i look through the cracks
i see the same mistakes that i once made
all that i can tell you is there is a price to pay

it hurts me to be angry
it kills me to be kind
but my only torment
is my own disguise
waiting on a favor only goes to show
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