Picking Up the Pieces

Chasing myself in the blinding black
Hiding in the shadows from my horror.
These warm hands want to bring me back
Into beautiful borders.
The forgotten design.

In this divide we're living out lies
Step outside terrified to collide
In this divide we're building the skies
Find a way to get back inside.

I'm picking up the pieces that were left behind.
I'm picking up the fragments of my broken mind.
I am climbing steps that take me
Closer to the place I want to be.

Severance; The thin string stretched too tight
When I'm running out of myself.
There you are as dawn to the dark night
Still I'm scared to really see
And how far I've fallen out of me.

In this divide we're splitting to sides
A run outside in the million lines
In this divide swim against the tides
Find a way to get back inside

You're everything I needed
It's real if you believe it
So nearly defeated
It's real if you believe it