I don't know why
I always seem to be
Willing to...
.. look down on me
When I know that i deserve a break
From a past that I can't seem to shake
So why
Do I allow
This feeling to rule me now
That I have come to the conclusion
THAT
All it does ...is add to my
Complete confusion
Turning my reality
Into an Ill-fated illusion
Where I believe
The things I see
Are all  my life was meant to be
But now I'm tearing down the wall
Gonna breath free air
Air ..air ..air
Fill my lungs with more than dust
Rub from my eyes all of the rust
Shake my past
From off my back
And cut myself.....
Cut myself ....a little slack.