Pictured It

(chorus) Have you ever felt something you couldn’t explain No definition no name just a feeling No definition no name I looked at her she looked back at me Her face looked different than I pictured it And then there was me analyzing life more than I was living Anything possible good I’ll destroy before the chance was ever given See if I never have anything I’ll never have to lose anything But then again if I never had anything worth losing I guess I lost everything either way You could say pain will become a result from both So actually I’m giving in to the very thing that I fear the most Losing it all everything completely unaware that a fear of failure Was the one thing that was taking me there Fear of life fear of love fear of man failure to relate How I and God and His voice to me would even begin to translate So I wait to escape this condition of rationalizing my own destruction But I keep on listening to voices that don’t deserve my discussion (chorus) She’s an artist alright Capable of the most abstract stuff imaginable And it’s made personal for me See she uses my mind as the canvas to create her manipulated perspectives on life So I’m the only one that can even see what I see Until the art hits the heart and begins to take an outward expression Kind of like an involuntary confession of the soul And who’s in control And how many minds have been painted by the hands of crafty irrationality And have different paintings of reality hanging on the walls in a fictional gallery (chorus) Actions speak louder than words And I’ve come to find that I’ve been building on a design That could only be found in my mind Blind to the force behind what caused my accuracy to be tainted Cuz my mind was smart enough to manipulate itself But not smart enough to figure out it was being manipulated (chorus)