Nothing Was Different

Me and my friends, we're not the type of people to ignore the smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse
 We hide our emotions, but I found out they're just live animals hiding in a glass house
 And I can't let them out or even let them change somehow
 But that's all I can tell you now
 'Cause I'm not ready to tell you everything I want you to know
 But I'm ready to trust you, or at least I'm ready to let love show
 Because I spent the last few years chasing my desires
 And I found out I was just chasing my own demons
 When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses
 But I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons
 Simple execution of neglect and preparation for something hidden in a deeply rooted promise
 That I'll always speak my mind, but sometimes my mind will be mistaken
 'Cause me and my friends, we're not the type of people to leave room for error
 But I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart
 And with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark
 And I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite, cause the truth is bright, but hidden in plain sight
 Deep within the dark pulls of your eyes
 The deep secrets cold as ice, but sharp as a knife
 The feeling of real vibes hidden deep inside
 My dark feeling that I'm just depression's trophy wife
 A sight to exemplify surviving the night
 'Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble
 But we are a troubled bunch
 Hope lies within our potential deep within the rubble
 Hoping that light will touch
 A hypocritical statement of blatant placement of words
 That only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them
 And there you go, we solved the problem for darkness but reinstated a purpose of hatred within the deep desires
 We develop to an envelope
 The cyclical deep desires of desiring deep connections to add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness
 Questioning, representing messages of necessary self fulfillment
 Some are satisfied with their instinct to survive
 Through the storm of darkness others call it selfishness
 But me and my friends we don't subscribe to the cloud of confusion found in questioning what turns the lights on
 No we never ask, 'cause me and my friends we see the light on and celebrate
 Regardless, but sometimes the light doesn't matter when we wear a mask
 So what is gained if this isn't me?
 It's like having lungs but no ability to breath
 I guess the light exposed the fact that acceptance became a dead end
 And it's the only conclusion I can see 'cause someday maybe the identity of me and my friends will just be me
 But with this mask it doesn't matter how bright the lights are 'cause I don't know who I am
 I don't know who I am unless it's me and my friends