Blinded by yours truly Yet I play it off so smoothly Facade decorated cruelly A hindrance to myself Set forth by your limitations Every move I make is a small step backwards Status of an inferior creation Apologies, no explanation Hold your grievance You can't conceive this But my potential has yet to be revealed The world, my canvas My dextrous hands will Portray all my extravagance With a few strokes of my wrist Constantly losing my own mind Trapped inside this everlasting fire Solitude is never mine to find Our own sight is all that leaves us blind Lost in miscommunication with myself Poise is but a fantasy Hearts of lions are Fruitless when directed by sheep I can always lose control But I could never suffocate Am I meant to play this role Or is it more than I could ever take? I've been stuck on the things that you said I've been trapped in my head