Could I Be?
Could I be the thing I hate?
Could I become all that I lack?
Is there hope for me in running away?
Or must I escape what's in looking back?
Is there a way out of this trap?
The grave I'm slowly digging for myself?
Is there a way to make it on my own?
Or do I have to accept fate with my pride on the shelf?
Is it all really meant to go down in flames?
And is it supposed to feel like a lie?
Is there something worth staying here for?
Or should I just lay myself down to die?
I need to break the chains on my heart.
And I somehow need to break free.
But the solution is nowhere in sight now,
And freedom is nothing I can see.
There's so much about this I don't understand.
How do I lead with nothing to guide me?
What is it to battle on and on,
When I cannot face these demons inside me?
Is it worth it to cry and worth it to breath?
Is it worth it to do everything for nothing?
I'm living with destruction and living my own lie.
Beyond my own contempt and reasoning.
And so I question my own silent thoughts.
Is there a way around the pain that I feel.
Could I be everything I hate?
I can't find a reason to see my life as real.
There's so much about this I'll never understand.
And not enough time to try.
I may be a hero but it all means nothing.
Too broken and injured by my own words to fly.