You and your jaded view of me
And I guess there's not much I can say
So I look around for the cost and how to pay
the price for the spirit

You and your twisted sense of me
Hypocrits when throwing stones of doubt
Of suspect acts and questionable motives rot
This soul from the nonsense

Don't remember hurting this way
Would open the door next day
Sauntering in from your nights at play
Yet here it is, condemned and convicted
Of times never known,
Times let unopened by
People putting stock in the unowned

So keep your sorted mind of me
All that I've done, and yet you don't see
Have I ever judged you the way you judge me
Go ahead, cast that stone

All that has been has been me
Times I've reached across the sky in vain
Only searching to find the road to forgive pain
But my grip remains empty

Don't remember hurting this way
Would open the door next day
Sauntering in from your nights at play
Yet here it is, condemned and convicted
Of times never known,
Times let unopened by
People putting stock in the unowned

Copyright November 2008