theres nights where i can't feel you,
no matter the rhythm i breathe.
and some nights i can't shake you,
no matter what demons i feed.

i can't escape the feelings
of torture from the past.
and i'm running towards tomorrow,
but i'm gripping my hand-held flask.

It can be so hard to make your way through
The crowd of hatred
Of people going against you

It can be hard to disregard
The negative shouts and voices
That tell you you're going the wrong way

It can be hard to believe in yourself
And to simply breathe and understand
That your own voice

Which tries so hard to be heard
May tremble and shake
And that is okay

As long as you believe the words
That are being shaken out
Even though it can be hard