The weight on this mind becomes crushing to the soul
And what's life without a soul
Without a soul there is no home
And as it's said, "Home is where the heart is"
So I guess that means I have no heart
When it's convenient people show up
But the second the going gets tough I'm the last stone turned
I'm the last stone turned
So go ahead and watch me burn
Turn your back against these words
Just ignore my cries for help
Melody desperately, un-digs your grave
I'm reaching out for help and I thought it would have been clear
But the only clarity I have is the crippling reality
That while surrounded by company I'm truly in isolation
I guess that's why this has always been a fear of mine
See when I struggle to suffer and suffer with all of my struggles
It seems like no one knows
But I guess that's how it goes when your role is the support and not to be supported
So go ahead and watch me burn
Turn your back against these words
Just ignore my cries for help
Melody desperately, un-digs your grave
So listen up!
This is more for myself
If you relate to this hell then I'm glad I could help
But if not
I hope melody lead you away from these shattered remains
This storm, our pain, again
This storm, our pain, again
So go ahead and watch me grow
Faces these ashes, let the truth be told
Forgive me for trying to make this pain relate
Let melody desperately, repair our souls
Let melody desperately, repair out souls
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