War Paint Paroles

I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out
Is the day I?ll be made
I was cut out of stone
And carved with a blade.
Head down with all of my hardships
There?s nothing too strong
That I cant face
Don?t stop ?till you finally have it
It should be more like a habit
Come down
All the fighting?s over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you?re up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, ?not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around I struggled
And i fell to solid ground
It led me to my escape
Now here i am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could come down
Well, i came to say sorry
I shouldn?t have left
But my bitterness got to me
Before you did
And now i?m laying in gardens
Where we start over again
I know that you got me
And this is it