No more hiding, I'm peeling back the mask.
Going to show'em all, who I think I am?
A man who thinks, who writes, who feels more.
His pain, his sorrow, his hidden vulnerability.
It's all too intense too contain anymore, It's killing me!
We only get one chance to live before we die.
I want to know what it feels like to live.
Played dead for so long I believed I died many years ago.
Now time is heavy on my chest, pins me to the grave.
Talking with a death rattle, let me clear my throat.
Spent too many years letting my mind cut me up.
Taking notes on my arms as I bled out for this world.
My own worst enemy stands in the mirror, won't even look at me.
A coward's game is one played alone.
Know when to lose and walk away.
Had this world on mute, listening to my own self-doubt.
Crank up the volume and hear me scream and shout.
Crying out for help, can anybody hear me now?
My will without a way, all my vision distorted.
A broken piece cannot complete a puzzle.
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