I'm not the kind for giving up
With the persistent unknown.
I'm given a break and I'm given a bone,
Then I look to the sky and persistently try.
My mind goes numb against the dwindling sum
Of everything I do added to the things I forget.
I tried to find escape but I come crawling back.

My knees so torn up
And my soles run thin.
Am I still dreaming,
Of the day that begins?

Smoke filled lungs
Soaked with ***** to the brim
I need to start new
I need solace once again.
Persistently trying and consistently on a whim
I need my backbone
To show up once again.

My knees so torn up
And my soles run thin.
Am I still dreaming,
Of the day that begins?