Arranged Waves

Is it really what you think? Or is it just what you say you think? When you're out looking for a fight But I don't want a fight You can't give what you take You can't keep what you steal I can't process what you push Moving faster than a blink in a p

Don't focus on the light from the moon Hold a candle to the trash in my room You wrote a note that I can't understand See, my fingers weren't a part of my hand And the veil loosely covering your face It fell down to the ground, now you see everything