The Truth

Blue eyes, black skies and clouds filled with pain

Disguise the emptiness, the disdain

Late calls, long halls with words no one hears

Reveals the loneliness and the years

Like going backward

A revolving door

I don't know which way's out anymore

I can't run from the real truth

And not be living a lie

You can't hide from the fate chasing you

And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith

Just ask the singer who hell from grace

But things change and strange days can turn a point of view

Just time till everyone gets their due

I may not save the world but I'll save myself

Can't depend on somebody else