Old Wounds

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