I Pictured It

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, I said,
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, than I, than I...
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured...hold up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living.
Anything possible good,
I destroyed before the chance was ever given.

See, if I never have anything,
I'll never have to lose anything;
but then again if I never had anything worth losing
I guess I lost everything.

Either way, you could say,
Pain will become a result from both,
So actually I'm giving in to the very thing that I fear the most:
Losing it all,
Everything,
Completely unaware,
That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me there.

Fear of life,
Fear of love,
Fear of man,
Failure to relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate.

So I wait
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own destruction.
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at