Some Old Guy's
Writings
Midnight TV
The sins are not forgotten
Just buried in the dirt
But never deep enough
That they couldn't bring the hurt
And they'll all act like a compass
If you take your eyes away
To point you in directions
You never thought you'd take
Hold my hand through the worst of it
And lead me to a place where I wait
For the rest of the past to catch up
With all of the mistakes that I made
The parts that we'd been playing
Were not the ones we chose
And we're constantly reminded
That we all must play the role
Now we live one of our choosing
But deep inside we know
We keep to our illusions
And we're never letting go
Hold my face and tell me again
You won't leave me alone with my mind
Where my ghosts and my demons all sit
Waiting for who you'll leave behind
Don't leave me behind
Don't brush me aside
Take all that you need
Just take all of me
Just take all of me
Just take all of me
Just take all of me
Just take all of me