Pain
Is a wonderful signal
As it lets you know that something isn't right
Words
Not as complex in nature
They become corrupt and impossible to fight
It seems I make you feel that life is something wicked
There I stare at you as tears run down your face
Well I make you feel like you're the one who's wicked
While the wicked one is actually me
Doors
They get slammed into faces
They protect our souls when something isn't right
We
We're not complex in nature
We drift apart, we let our dragons fight
It seems I make you feel that life is something wicked
There I stare at you as tears run down your face
It seems I made you feel like you're the one who's wicked
When the wicked one is actually me