Why do people look up to me?
Why am I afraid to shine?
Is it cause I'm lonely or misunderstood?
The promise I kept is a faded memory...
A memory from the future…or past?
Do I lack for the tension?
I'm just in a lot of pressure...
It's pulling me into the surface,
I wanna push away and let go and forget our past.
But...will you be there at the end? Or disappear?
