Sunday, 23 August 2015

Temporary Bandage on a Permanent Wound



Picking at the scab
Scratching at the scar
Nobody knows where you are

All you've built
Career, a home
You're setting fire to the lawn

It's just a temporary bandage
On a permanent wound

Your father's not really your father
And now they're all dead and gone
But you've still got the scars
You're still trying to prove
Who you are

You've tried so hard
To live the story
To make a happy home
But inside, you feel a knocking
This could never be mine

And the flames are something spectacular
Now they'll all feel your wounds
Now you've finally been unmasked
And you've burned your bridges too

It's just a temporary bandage
On a permanent wound

Applause is roaring
But you don't hear a thing
Just that little voice inside of you
It's not enough, it's never enough
Now the only thing you've left to prove
Is that the man you've built
Isn't you

It's just a temporary bandage
On a permanent wound

It's just a temporary bandage
On a permanent wound

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