There is no room for emotion, But it's obvious you are in pain. Felt your head for the bruises. Patched them up, too your shoes off. Kept your beautiful face in the shade. Hands in the dirt, feeling eerily distrurbed. There is obviously no faking. Lies after lies, as the barricade dies. You lift your hand but I'm not embracing. Altohugh we're stuck in commotion, This will heal with time. You keep your head where your hopes are, Don't expect you could the survive the fall. You leave me notes, keep on baiting. Got me purposely waiting. Like a fool, I'm expecting a call. Althought we're stuck in commotion, This will heal with time. Although we're stuck in commotion, This will heal with time.