Beautiful silence. Beautiful pain. We're only human. We're meant to dream. Lost in a life full of mistakes. We do what feels right. Then fall with no grace. Chased by the sun. Escaping flatlines. Dreams are a curse. Wake up, you're alive. I'm a sinner. I'm a tainted saint. I'm a savior. It's all the same. We're all broken, it's fate. It's the way that we're made. All the pieces are there. They just aren't in their place. So I struggle to stand. But don't ask for a hand. My pride tells me no. You're better alone. I'm uncomfortably numb. As I stuff what I've found. And I start to shut down. Freeze in front of a crowd. It's what I don't say. I don't love the same. I don't hate in any way. Closing my mouth and turning my face. But it's no way to live. To have nothing to give. Consuming the doubt. Not letting them in. But I'm not here to win. I'm here to survive but I'm already dead. So I picked up my head. Slowly fading from the misery. I've accepted who I'm supposed to be. I've accepted who I'm supposed to see. Lady in the mirror. Everyday I'm getting a bit older. And every time I break I get stronger.