Sometimes the shadow behind me is larger than me, but i guess, go figure
Seemingly empty, I stare in the mirror, I want to feel like a winner
Trying to go back in time in my head causing mental butterfly effects
Like falling dominos, I get knocked over, over and over again
Building a picture from past mistakes, wisdom crafted like it is glass
As I ******* freedom and then I pay with my life, I feel as though my life is always moving way too fast

Sitting somberly wondering if anyone can see me
Seen and forgotten, lost and already rotten
Questioning my value over some **** that I salue
And chilled over by the journey of the lone

Don't call it to pity to acknowledge that I've always journeyed on my own
A solo campaign is the only life I was pretty much only shown.