Always trying to prove myself to people.
Story of my life, tell me I'm dreaming.
I've been fighting like this so long,
And now I feel like giving it all up.
Your mighty act was performed, and I'm still standing.
Seriously, you thought you could stomp on me like that?
I'm going to hold my ground and you're not stopping me.
The day I learned my life's objective, I was playing with my guns.
It was a hard day, you made me so tired.
I wanted a moment to rest but was given nothing.
Nothing. Not one sliver of time. Just another piece of lead.
I poured the lead into my guns and kept on fighting.
Finally, you gave me rest,
And along with the rest you gave me truth.
You gave me so much, it brought me to my knees.
And I got right up, ready for your blows again.
One day I'll have to own up to the fact that I'm hurting myself.
Its really hard to **** your natural instincts.
Why can't I accept myself for who I really am?