Facades II - Whitley

We never meant to be this bad

We never meant to be this sad

We never meant to be a lot of things

That were lurking in the dark

I applaud the facade of every broken heart

Where dreams are just screams from a deep undying dark

Or where sweet birds are the words of a world

That hurled you down to the ground where you found

Where you are now, where you found solid ground

Buy me a new set of shoes

I’ll write out a new set of rules

I’ll feed you my heart and we will see

If we can cure your disease

I applaud the facade of every broken heart

Where dreams are just screams from a deep undying dark

Or where sweet birds are the words of a world

That hurled you down to the ground where you found

Where you are now, where you found solid ground

I’m an altruist with a selfish hand

But I know and I choose, am I something higher?

I need something harder in my veins

My blood won’t help me from privileged pains