Idols Pt. II

Idols on the wall Edges cracked and all Do they know the truth? Down the wishin' well You can't help yourself Did they take the pennies out? Only you will know What it's like to be alone When it's all you think about You can't go back to the start Can't vacuum the dirt off your heart But idols of your own creation That's where your imagination starts So you fell and got hurt All your dreams are shut in the dark You drew yourself a set of prison bars On your painted scars They'll see you the way that you are