𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓮

I tip my hat to the morning sun, another day to play the part I’ve got a smile that’s polished clean, to guard this hollow heart They see the man who stands up tall, the one who never bends But they don’t see the shadows where the broken spirit ends I keep the secrets in a box, buried deep beneath the floor I don’t want you to know the ghosts that rattle at my door. I remember summer pavement, and the hands that weren’t my own The way the world turned cruel, and left me standing all alone I should’ve been the driver, I should’ve been the one to stay But I overslept the morning that they took my friend away Now every time I reach for love, it slips right through my grip And every time I trust a soul, I watch the anchor slip. I’m a man of iron, or so the story goes I hide the jagged edges that nobody ever knows I don’t want you to know the curse that follows where I tread I don’t want you to know the words that haunt me in my bed I’m just the man you see, the one you think you understand But the real me is a stranger, in a cold and lonely land. They talk of kin and bloodlines, like they’re bonds that hold you tight But I’ve seen the way they turn their backs when you’re losing in the fight My own flesh is a stranger, it’s a cage I can’t escape It’s a heavy, tired burden that I’m forced to help reshape I’ve climbed the highest mountains just to watch the summit fall I’m a master of the losing game, standing ten feet tall. So don’t ask me for prayers, or where I place my faith today When the silence of the heavens is the only price I pay I’ve got a ledger full of debts that I’ll never clear or name And a heart that’s learned to harden just to survive the flame I’ll keep the mask on steady, let the world believe the lie I’ll take the curse unto the grave, and never tell you why. I’m a man of iron, or so the story goes I hide the jagged edges that nobody ever knows I don’t want you to know the curse that follows where I tread I don’t want you to know the words that haunt me in my bed I’m just the man you see, the one you think you understand But the real me is a stranger, in a cold and lonely land. Yeah, the real me is a stranger. Just keep him locked away. Where he belongs.