Dusty Shelf

It's the thought, Oh it's the thought on the dusty shelf The one that reminds me how I give myself Everytime I give a part of me, All that I am becomes a dream you see A bleeding plead... And it all adds up At the end of the day It all makes sense We all gottah pay The pain, The hurt, It stays But what I would give to see myself Taken off that dusty shelf Taken off that dusty shelf It's the soul Oh it's the soul being set aside To give you your greedy peace of mind No matter the time, No matter how gray You have me every single day And they can't just make me go away No, they can't just make me go away! Take a breather, Talk it out Let me drown in your fits and pouts I'm a fire in this decay And they will not make me go away So do not let me waste away It all adds up We all gottah pay The pain, The hurt, It always stays But what I would give to see you Take me off that dusty shelf Take me off that dusty shelf It's the thought, Oh it's the thought on the lonely shelf The one that hates how I give myself Everytime I give a part of me, All that I am becomes a dream you see A bleeding plead... A silent, bleeding plead...