Following the Old Line

Every time I see the face of innocence I feel a warmth that doesn't go away So when I see the face of manipulation I feel like I'm falling, Falling into a shallow pool of alteration For when I see my silver I imagine the red that follows But I'm an ex-silver user and today red will not appear So ill just swallow the urge The urge to see my red for it is a old friend A friend that I'll never forget For that is the face of acceptance.