Nightingale

Stop where you are, how’d you make it so far, with that look in your eyes
Staring down evil, pretending that people can change
But now your body is gasping, for breath knowing that death will reveal your
disguise
Is it worth to you, to be different and strange
And they’ll say you don’t belong, just a nightingale stuck in a swan song
No one will give you reason to open your eyes
So how can you claim, that two hearts are one and the same
When you’re selling your stories, for less than it’s worth to be spending your
time
Don’t make me laugh you were first in your class with those buster brown shoes
And those were the days before drugs stores and playgrounds were one
And its been too many years, four, five, six, seven, eight, more reasons to you
Wasted your charm in a fight with an army of one
You tried hard to fake it, training was basic by singing them blues
Well is it worth to you, when you’re killing someone
Is it worth it to lose, when the winners don’t run
It is worth it to you, to be subject to change
Is it worth to you, to be different and strange
So you don’t belong, just a nightingale stuck in a swan song
No one will give you a reason to open your eyes
So how can you claim, that two hearts are one and the same
When you’re selling your stories, for less than it’s worth to be spending your
time