Outbound

If you want to leave I will understand
I keep screwing up and it's letting you down
But first let me explain when I seem reluctant
It's just the way I'm made
If I fight it I'll just turn redundant

You know it's like an art trying to keep a foothold?
And as I'm learning to paint it's
Like someone's pouring black out tenfold

I am made of light but stuck in material
Composed of noise but caught in the visual
I was dropped out here on the recesses of my sound
I have to find my way back so I can stand on the right ground

You know it's like an art trying to keep a foothold?
And as I'm learning to paint it's
Like someone's pouring black out tenfold