Idols Pt. 2

Idols on the wall
Edges cracked and all
Do they know the truth?
Down the wishing 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