Alternate Middle that was replaced (a rewrite of the one above but the original was kept instead):
I search all the little places I wait
I took the pieces, all of you
And now they're finally construed
Who am I to pray for angels? Pride
Why would I be inclined to care? Worry about yourself
And why should I be throwing paper out to the world when no one cares? Kinda like Piemerica, why do so much when no one is reading
I seem it's all about yesterday when I could choose to live today The past was good but today could be better if I wanted it to be, if I chose to do something
I'm crawling toward a leak to soft the pen. (no intended meaning) Could mean something like leaking (pain) softens people
How come I see 2 reds? Am I really just me?
I took all the little pieces of you You is an overall experience not a person.
And I'd like them to be finely construed I want to know why things happen in depth
I search all the little places I wait I can't figure it out from retrospect alone
A sentimental exchange, A place where peace does reign Living in an ideal
In the mirrors on the wall we pass away Becoming old & dying while looking at ourselves cherishing our lives together.
to keep from falling again When a child of Christ dies they go to be with Him & sin no more
And now they're finally construed Alternate Lyrics speak from the view of the ideal of knowing what it was all about.