Wishing Well

I'll start a war with the fences holding back my good intentions Cause I've locked myself away to keep this filthy mirror safe What is the cure for obsessing, waking up to second guessing? Will the silence keep me safe or have we lost our way? Where is the progress, where is the picket fence? That stable ground to walk on got lost in yesterday Throw me a rope now, I'm at the bottom of a wishing well My hope is all I lean on, the day tomorrow came Watch the oxygen reach surface, while the current pulls me down It's so ironic building walls, today you fell and broke your crown Hearts will disintegrate, live with the choice you make If you go where I can't follow, I'll be there anyway Time slips away I'm not a slave You throw flowers out of towers that grew wild on my head You beg sheep you led to slaughter not to look the other way. --- Wishing Well - 7 Minutes In Heaven