Living off your passion
Waking up hungry
Sleeping less, exhausted
Working for your family

They leave and
You say hello to that old friend
That creeps and stabs
No blame no pity just reckoning
That loneliness - Oh!
Too much pressure
Building up, suffocating,
The blood lets it out.
Crying
Drugs, money, pain,
Drowning

So send them your reveries

And so they climb and swim
And there they reach the top

Don't look down at me
Don't look back at us.
We're the steps of the ladder you're standing on.

Nothing more.
But nothing less.