Paper Tigers

I can't see the beauty of things anymore
Does it scare you that all I notice now are flaws?
Cause in a mind where a glass is never half full,
I'm pretty sure I'm playing the role of fool
In an instance where what you give is not what you get.
I hate to say that these instances
Are somehow just so hard to forget though

Let's keep the pace slow
Expectations are best if kept low

But maybe if I tried again or fixate my attention on something
That would double as a good distraction,
Then I could sway my mind and sway my thoughts
From the very images that constantly taunt me
But until then, you are nothing more than a mental hindrance

You are nothing more. You are nothing

I want others to know that this is not a song about sadness
But about how I am so sick of human nature

Some things are better left unsaid
Truth is, I don't want to know

Free will is the devil's gift, is it rude if I refuse?
Free will is the devil's gift – an offer that I can't refuse

It's not the distance that keeps us apart
But the lack of trust and affection