I was alone. I was tired, but now I’m bound. My head is off the ground. For a long time I was so weary. Tired of the sound, I’ve heard before. Haunted by the things I’ve made. Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade. I used to think the past was dead and gone, but I was wrong. Whatever makes you blind must make you strong.
I’m tired of being what you want me to be. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. I don’t know what you’re expecting of me. Every step that I take is another mistake to you. I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. By becoming this all I want to do is be more like me and be less like you