Heavy weights rest on my shoulders, ones I carry across a barren desert with bare feet. Endless nights in the blaring sun, God will I ever have fun will I forever be shunned?
Eyes stare into my soul but no one really sees me, the facade I created holding strong. Scars show and I drown out the world in song, to escape the feeling of wrong, what is wrong, with me, I wonder.
Questions hang in the air like a lost whisper, a foreign dream, will I ever be free, will I ever be seen, for who I truly am?
The path I tread has made me bleed, in which I find peace, where I can release, the countless emotions inside, please.
In these four walls I feel truly imprisoned, why do they never listen? The need to be free, to be away from all that holds me.
The streets at night compel me like a lullaby, the one that was never sung. The soft wind feels like home, the only safe one I've ever known. The lights, so bright, I feel free, paradise.
The need to run, ever so great, into the night where the shadows stay. The weight will never fall, the need will never stray, the guilt will never ease, let me be free or take me away, please…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
Heavy weights rest on my shoulders, ones I carry across a barren desert with bare feet. Endless nights in the blaring sun, God will I ever have fun will I forever be shunned?
Eyes stare into my soul but no one really sees me, the facade I created holding strong. Scars show and I drown out the world in song, to escape the feeling of wrong, what is wrong, with me, I wonder.
Questions hang in the air like a lost whisper, a foreign dream, will I ever be free, will I ever be seen, for who I truly am?
The path I tread has made me bleed, in which I find peace, where I can release, the countless emotions inside, please.
In these four walls I feel truly imprisoned, why do they never listen? The need to be free, to be away from all that holds me.
The streets at night compel me like a lullaby, the one that was never sung. The soft wind feels like home, the only safe one I've ever known. The lights, so bright, I feel free, paradise.
The need to run, ever so great, into the night where the shadows stay. The weight will never fall, the need will never stray, the guilt will never ease, let me be free or take me away, please…