Ghost-Coheed and Cambria
I fuss and fight my curiosity
With welcomed arms and frightened
fingers twitched anxiety
Here he comes a clean slate,
picture perfect, no mistakes
How am I to keep from blemishing
this masterpiece?
How am I to know?
How am I to know?
As a boy,
I watched the world through broken eyes
Given to me by a man, his wife,
and all they had disguised
Uncertainty now keeps me
asking how I'll lead the most
As they became or will I teach
the examples of their ghosts
Free me...
from this body
I just wanna,
wanna be on the outside looking in...
On you
Free me...
from this body
I just wanna,
wanna be on the outside looking in...
Free me
Free me