[sweet child, in time]

When you smother your friendships and take much more than you need
When you can’t keep a secret to yourself and points to the source of the deed

You’re stuck to the failures of your life
Marred with the sorrows of your strife

And you can never find the satisfaction
When you can’t outgrow your false distractions
You know your soul is weighed on the silver scale of deceit and lies