i feel the splinter in my hand i see it all wasted i see it all passed by there s nothing to show for it there s a spare change on the table left for me pick it up running out again why do i see these things this way and i don t help i m running out again i tried to remind you of the day when the door closed we stopped dreaming as i left your side only to scratch my knee on the ground running out again the picture painted nothing i was left without reason we tried to remind ourselves ourselves of the last time the perspective was never in my sight it was always inside they mentioned that you were great but i just considered you a friend running out again leaving nothing behind and i thirst for color to brighten my day i washed away the blood only to see my scars waited so long now i left your side my wing has mended fly into this dead sky i tried to remind you of the day when the door closed we stopped dreaming as i left your side running out again to scratch my knee on the ground and i m painting picture nothing left without reason i feel the splinter in my hand i see it all wasted i see it all passed by was their plan only to see my scar and i wait so long running out again running out again now my wing is mended to fly fly into this dead sky