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Shadows on the pavement burn a watermark of you |
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And every city siren calls your name down every avenue |
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I'm falling into contemplation, broken to my knees |
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But I need no resolution here though it cuts me at the seams |
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I'm still the same |
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But you're not going to take me down again |
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I'm feeling old |
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That doesn't mean you can break my soul |
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See my youth begin to fade through the eyes of a child |
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And I study every lesson learned that wiped away my smile |
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And I learn that all your walls are just the cover of a book |
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Every word a broken promise, every page a heart you took |
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I'm still the same |
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But you're not going to take me down again |
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I'm feeling old |
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That doesn't mean you can break my soul |
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Break my soul |
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Buried like a splinter |
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Ripped apart like paper |
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Blows away like ashes in my hands |
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No, I won't see you later, |
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Go build another castle out of sand |
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Like ashes in my hands |
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I'm not drowning in your sea |
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Believing in you will not be the death of me |
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Not waiting for the curtain to drop |
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Or waiting for the hurt to stop |
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Not drowning in a teardrop for your love |
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Break my soul. |
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Break my soul. |
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I'm still the same |
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But you're not going to take me down again |
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I'm feeling old |
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That doesn't mean you can break my soul |
