| I run away from everything that’s good for me
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| When every voice that you hear is the same one
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| All you can think to do is run
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| Make no mistake I’m everything I say I hate
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| Hypocritical, lost individual, no longer worth your faith
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| I know I can be better than this
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| Masquerading has never done me justice
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| I am what I am
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| A boy not yet the man that I want to be
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| Despite what I have led you to believe
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| I’m nothing as I seem
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| No ground beneath my feet
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| I can’t seem to get away from me
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| This person in the mirror’s not the same one that I want to be
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| Is there more than what I see?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to let go
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| When I don’t know what lies in front of me
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| Get away from me
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| Death to self is much easier said than done
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| Death to self is much easier said than done
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| Pain is what has set me free
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| I had to go through Hell to find what’s best in me
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| Still think I can be better than this
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| Despite the weight that is my conscience
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| Life was never fair but I am never broke beyond repair
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| Still searching for any place that I can call my home
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| And even though I’m lost
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| I know I’m not alone
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| I can’t seem to get away from me
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| This person in the mirror’s not the same one that I want to be
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| Is there more than what I see?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to let go
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| When I don’t know what lies in front of me
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| If I could change myself I would
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| But I don’t know where to begin
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| My grave is mine to dig
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| My grave is mine to dig
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| If I could change myself I would
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| But I don’t know where to begin |