a fool traded my crown

10/15/2003 12:12 PM

i'm not your saviour
i can't fill this gown
i'm drowning in this pretense
in the folds and yards of imagination

i'm encompassed by your vision
of who i will be
but will i be?

i can not fit my own picture
so how could i match yours?
am i to believe you'll change me?
when i'm all hardened and cold inside?

pride.

this pride is what locks me in
but one can break through
cracking my skull against paper
until it bleeds my stubborn faults

but is that enough for you?
to know that i need to try?
i'm not the coveted treasure
that some seem to think
i'm a drunken child on the edge
i'm too sick to come back from the brink

i can change, whether i want to
but will it be for good?
i've choosen carefully
but my mind was pawned
and a fool traded me his

i'm not your conqueror
your saladin in the sky
i can fight your battles
but i wont win
it's you that needs to try

where is this leading me
am i a fool for giving this hope?
maybe you're wiser than i
maybe you've read the ingredients
know the lies

a fool traded my crown
for the stubble i possess
will you be content with that?
will anyone?
please be content with that
anyone

anyone.