The Paint Chips

The Paint Chips
We just can't go on no not like this the center will not hold so many voices with so much to say but frozen when it's time to lift a finger and fix what has been broken for so long you have not taken one true step towards leaving the pettiness that you claim that you left behind this scene that that you are such a proud part of buckles when you're ego strikes sinks under the weight of your apathy your actions erase the good in your words and your compassion's as empty as your pride it's not enough the things that you say it's how you live your life day by day forget what you are i wanna know who you are it doesn't matter what you call yourself it's how you carry yourself are you really here to help?