Open Hand

I wear this weighted chain upon my neck

Leaving me all wrapped away to write perfect dreams

And my shoulders are over burdened endlessly

Of all the truths I've proven that

You're so real...real

Just so obvious...

It's just not right to work this hard

And not to suffice

Spending all our waking hours in pathetic lives

I just need a little time to make it right

I promise you to always be true

And so real...real

Just so obvious...

Help me stand on my own

Lend me your hand or leave me alone

Open hand, make my standing now

And I've had enough

I'm not that tough

Incandescent thoughts are filling, waking me

To take one more hit, one more hit, one more hit

Will kill me... Mercy...