For All The Wrong Reasons

Why do we increase the distance

And then build bridges?

Why do we kill the purpose

And then resurrect it?

I'd still want to be somewhere close

Still a standing piece in the game.

I'd still want to keep running into you

Like a moth to a flame.

So why do you blame me

Put me to question

For All The Wrong Reasons?

When I'm only trying...

Why do we build dreams

And then detonate them?

Why do we suppress the screams

And them amplify them?

I'd still want to be a part of the scene

Still a little more than just a name.

I'd still want you to let me in

Like a moth to a flame.

So, why do you blame me

Put me to question
For All The Wrong Reasons?

When I'm only trying...

Sanity is exinct