Conveyer Whetstone
It took this long to figure out how you stole my confidence
With the tact and spite you taught to me, I'll show you my lament
Is there still room for me in your head?
Every day I'm reminded of how I've never truly felt good enough for someone else
Holding on to the hope that I can conquer this fear
So help me filter through the thought of looking perfect instead of feeling whole
This love isn't patient or kind
Cut away at the source - a blade through my stubborn soul
Lance away at everything I've come to know
I pray you'll take what's left of a hardened heart
I am an open wound
I've cut away what's left of you
You don't need me
We don't need anyone to feel complete
The true lessons of life are learned alone
Lets not become dust on the shelf
(We don't need anyone to feel complete)
Lets not become dust on the shelf