All That Remains

I wither,
this hotel room,
can't cover it still seeps in
it still fills me just like the thought of you
and so I don't want this fucking disaster
I hold my head I will see this through
On and I've seen it
You'll never seek this through
I'm not blunt
I'm not proud
But I've always been true
Fear it creeps in don't pull me under
It leaves my voice quivering the silver tongue
It tastes the same
Keep hold I'm not broken
His wings are slashed, dreams and heart
I am not what you think I am
You are not who I thought you were
I am not what you think I am
You are not who I thought you were