Sharpened grows dullened, more space between the days melts away
Love has left nothing else in good taste
Constant the temptation
Marring our world with each release
Better to dwell and eye in silence then to confront me, no, don't speak
Ricochet the words right off of me
Just shut up and grow up
Wipe the ink right off the page
Constant the aggression
Incomplete return, I bend
And if this is tribulation
Let it peel so we resurface again
Wave to the past and leave
May it never ricochet back
Sharpened grows dullened, more space between the days gone to waste
Love has dullened into shades
Blocked when I ricochet back
Can't be undone, the past I'm inked in
Blocked my chance
-Chance blocked me