This is what it feels like
To be on the outside looking in
Blinded to the goings on within
To the self-indulgent sin
The smoke shields everything
I can't see through the mist
As it swirls and it twists
It frustrates me
Why can't I see?
I just want to help
But my vision is clouded and I'm useless
This feeling of pain steps from my iris
The third eye of my being developing cataracts
I pound the glass
Harder and harder
Wishing it would shatter
But nothing happens
And thus I am forced to the path of acceptance
Time is the only victor in this situation
Time is the only victor in this situation
Time is the only victor in this situation
Time is the only victor in this situation
Time is the only victor in this situation
Time is the only victor in this situation