Old Wounds
Belmont
And I wish that I can speak what’s on my mind
But I’m better at opening old wounds
And I’m running out of patience in my life
To figure out what went wrong when you went away
And I’m breaking down my walls for once
To take a look inside of where I chose to hide
And I’m shutting down inside, again
To act like I’m better off
Breaking all my promises
What’s the point of changing colors
When the image stays the same
I swear I’d lie to make you happy
But I’m so drained of my dishonesty
It’s not you or me
We found comfort in the air but just need more room to breathe
And I’m scared to leave
What’s the point of changing colors
When the image stays the same
I swear I’d lie to make you happy
But I’m so drained of my dishonesty
I wish that I could tell you
What I believe
I wish that I could let you know
I hate every breath I breathe
I just wish that I could be the same
I just wish that I could be