|
Hold me, and save me from my self. |
|
I claim to be so righteous, |
|
but I'm just like everyone else. |
|
I was judging you, |
|
and I realized just how big a lie I lead. |
|
Hold me. |
|
I truly wish you could follow me |
|
in my walk through brilliance. |
|
But I've grown so much hollower |
|
and the paths have all grown dense. |
|
With vines of green, the color of envy. |
|
With vines of green, the color of jealousy. |
|
And it's funny, but I hate it when you steal the spotlight from me. |
|
Ooooohhh, hold me. |
|
I have no patience for hypocrites. |
|
Have no patience for fakes. |
|
I have no patience for those who make my same mistakes. |
|
So hold me. |
|
I truly wish you could follow me |
|
in my walk through brilliance. |
|
But I've grown so much hollower |
|
and the paths have all grown dense. |
|
With vines of green, the color of jealousy. |
|
With vines of green, and all my insecurities. |
|
And it's funny, but I hate it when you steal the spotlight from me. |
|
Hold me. |
