I'm sorry,
I'm not the boy I used to be.
I'm a man that can't tell if he's standing or falling.
Weighed down by chains that used to be comforting.
Challenging change that seems to be calling me.

I'm holding on to the past and embracing the future.
I envision the crash and the outcome that is unsure.
Bring on the fire, but leave me my comfort
Cause I just don't think I could make it without her.

I've got this weight on my shoulders, everythings getting colder,
Ya know its hard to stand straight when shes pulling me over.
I just want to be warmer, someone set me to smolder,
and when I catch fire I'll hold my composure.

Watch the world fall to pieces and when it all ceases
I'll pick it back up and smooth out all the creases.
I'll look back at my work and wonder the reasons,
Remember the fire, but never release it.