my heart is an open book
that nobody is reading
waiting for someone to look
but nobody can see me
I am always reaching out
for things so out of reach
earning all the lessons that
nobody cared to teach
familiar with this feeling
when it's real and no one cares
and the truth won't cease it's fire
in a sea of vacant stares
for years I've sought forever
and I've found it in the wait
I've tried to change the outcome
but I can't avoid my fate
sometimes it is humbling
to know I have no choice
I'll sing out if only to hear
the echo of my voice
and I just can't care anymore
if anyone else hears it
music is a valve for what
is building in my spirit
I will take my chances
and I know the risks I'm taking
laying it all out with all this
music that we're making
but someday I'll be dead
and this will be what's left behind
a simple little record of
my heart and soul and mind
I know that I am different
and most people can't relate
but I'm not the only one who's ever
stumbled at the gate
and if only one of them
finds comfort in my words
I won't have wasted all of my time
living on this earth
