I had a taste of fame.
I don't think it'll come back round again.
And if I'm honest, I'm not sure that I want it to.


Well the wind whispered my name,
as I lost faith in the rain.

Times when I needed you.

Could you be? Could you be? Any more...

Vacant and complacent while I'm compromised and flawed?
Could you breathe? Could you breathe? Are you sure?
Jaded and so faded as I'm walking out the door.


It wasn't meant to be like this,
I burnt myself while trying to make spark.

And if I'm honest, I'm not sure I can heal the wound.

And the broken man portrayed,

A fluorescent shade of grey,
coloured in open truths.


Could you be? Could you be? Any more...
Vacant and complacent while I'm compromised and flawed?
Could you breathe? Could you breathe? Are you sure?

Jaded and so faded as I'm walking out the door.