The screen that is life shows you living yours with him
I can take a stand, but instead I’m sitting here just watching
Love blossoming each passing day ever so slightly
And here I am holding back. Shackled.
I can be the guy I don’t want to be, the guy I despise
Refuse to do so though, so instead I’m laying here just dreaming
Hope being lost each passing night ever so slightly
So alone I go about things. Shackled.
Spoiling my time, my thoughts, but have no other choice.
I can go to war to win your heart, but instead I’m thinking here just writing
Time slipping with each passing second ever so slightly. Shackled.