The Lost. The Sick. The Sacred. - Inhale Exhale

Baffled by the way she screams.
Shattered hearts and bursting seams.
Life is full of expectations never to be met.
Singing songs of thankfulness could never be enough.
Shifty eyes, the fakest grins.
Shall I do the honors?
I turn my head thinking about this side of you.
Oh, for my sanity I really need a brake.
But I can锛噒 take the time away.
This need is way too great.
Will I let the world destroy me?
We are the lost.
We are the sick.
We are the sacred.
We are the sacred.
We accept you.
For everything you are.
We beat ourselves down and never think twice about judging or hating.
Well isn锛噒 that nice.
Cruel and filled with trials, a lifetime it seems.
They would turn around and spit in your face.
I锛噈 lost and I feel sick, well thats just too bad.
I锛嘾 say it锛噑 time to talk but I锛噈 just not ready.
You might feel sorry for a simple minded soul, but what baby wants, baby gets.
We are the lost.
We are the sick.
We are the sacred.
We are the sacred.
We accept you.
For everything you are.
I锛噇l find a chair, stand, and tell you how it is.
Reminders for the past demand, never let it go.
You fall short of being where you锛嘾 hope to be.
We are the lost.
We are the sick.
We are the sacred.
We are the sacred