Texty: Stroke 9. Nasty Little Thoughts. Angels.

If it's not that far from where we are
I'd like to wait if I could
Until the day that the angel comes around
I won't find the solace that I'm seeking

You can't make me run, you can't make me free
The only thing I trust is what's inside of me
If I rely on you what am I gonna do
When you crush and kill the core connecting us
Protecting us, in all we go through

Is this my conviction... will it last forever?

So sad and hard it hurts for awhile
I feel it all... stop feeding off me
Don't ask me how you will survive
Or try to stay together amputated


Is this my conviction... will it last forever?
Do I belong to this?

Don't try to make me love, 'cause you can't make me see
The only time I'll know is when happiness is free
I won't rely on you...
'cause that won't get me through
All we've got is this crazy core connecting us
Protecting us from what we'll go through