I sat there alone just thinking one day
damn I lost my will, I lost my ways
I ran from all I ever knew.
What happened to the dreams I wanted to pursue?
I drank from wells set on fire and filled myself with unholy desires.
I dressed the part to play the role
and slowly began to lose my soul.
But when you're down and shadows grow and you have nowhere left to go, the only way to rise again is to help yourself , maybe tell a friend.
They leave when you're at your worst, they're out there making hearts hurt.
They claim so many titles and have too many idols. Why can't we just be ourselves?
Their promises bleed through the incisions
They never fucking understand the mission.
But I keep marching like any soldier would
even though at times I feel misunderstood.
I keep fighting and giving it the best when it's not enough
I promise to never give up when it gets too rough