as words become weak as the shell of a lost cause
the meanings of a possible solution translated in words gets tossed
'to the side lie a cook serving fries
but im not that type of guy
im shy, id rather sit aside and look inside
becoming the fulfillment of the unlying eye
a tour guide to whats really inside
i take the time to be the one that makes it out alive
and yes im alive
i never rush into answers that subside
from the inside looking out
its easy to see the fear and doubt
making it thru these things and remain proud
is the only baggage im prepared to carry out now