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A View from the Inside - Alt Rock/Post Grunge

A View from the Inside - Life can be messy. ‪@WeazleTunes‬ Wallpaper peeling like skin off the wall House full of echoes that make me feel small Mother loved mirrors, not the kid in the hall Every word sharpened just to watch it fall Father was thunder with his bottled-up rage Childhood felt like prison, an emotionless cage Learned how to swallow every scream in my chest Learned real early that silence was best So, I buried the boy Under anger and doubt Now the man in the mirror Can’t dig him back out This is a view from the inside Where the rot never leaves your head Where the ghosts of the past sit heavy and laugh at the things you should love, but have long been dead Every scar’s just a map of the man that I hate Every road that I took was a dead end again This is a view from the inside Of a soul that’s been wearing too thin Worked every day like a dog on a chain Running from shadows that run in my veins Built me a life out of spite and regret Stacked up mistakes like a mountain of debt Loved like a man with a hole in his chest Every good thing I just slowly possessed Watched it all crumble; I knew it would The damage runs deeper than it should Now the years grind down Like teeth on bone And the weight of the past Feels heavier alone This is a view from the inside Where the doubt is a permanent stain Where the mirror spits truth full of disdain And forgiveness just sounds more insane All the chances I killed just to quiet the noise All the bridges I burned with the wrong choice This is a view from the inside Of a man who keeps digging his own grave I see my old man when I look in my eyes Same crooked anger, hear the venomous lies Guess the sins of the father don’t fade in the sun They just wait in the dark for the damage they’ve done This is a view from the inside Where the child still hides in distrust Where the hate and the shame and the years of the blame Turn the bones of your faith into dust And the clock keeps ticking like a nail in the wall For the man that I never became This is a view from the inside And the silence is screaming my name A lifetime of running Still trapped in my skin That’s the view from the inside.