Emptiness, Sorrow, Outcast
Starting to slip below the surface
Something in the way you act
Makes me feel like I can't keep going
So I'll become the outcast
Not a thing can change
What's already happened
Acceptance, Belief, Security
Beginning to realize there's a chance
Anything could be possible
Gives me the feeling of being indestructible
So I can be leader of my life
Maybe save someone who means something to me
Possibilities anew in my world
But this whole time,
That the clock keeps counting the hours, minutes, seconds,
I know that I'll be at the very bottom in a matter of hours.
Cause I can only seem to soar on the smallest of drafts.