Vines

Every day is another chance to fill
All the graves that I’ve been digging
The hardest part about life is you’re living
The past and the present
The act of forgiving yourself for everything you did
But oh back then, you were just a kid
Stop blaming yourself for everything
When your life is a building that you made with mistakes
You’ve got to start from the top or be crushed by the weight
Of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith
If your foundation is cracked then your facade is a waste
And in the deepest part of your dark mind
I know there’s things that you wish you could hide
But they’ll come out in other ways
Insecurity’s, addiction’s, pain
An ode to unhappiness, you lie to yourself every day
That’s how you cover up your pain
I know all of this because I used to live that way
So don’t spend so much of your life
Wasting water on withering vines
When you are rotting on the inside
And there’s a desert in your mind
All the fears you’re hiding in that place
Is a waste now
Is a waste now
Is a waste now