My journey to the top
I fight, I write and I don't stop
seconds before walking through the doors of glory
I cry, I doubt, I find flaws in my story
I build myself up
only to tear myself down
one second I think I'm good
the next I'm fleeing the town.
My heart pleads me to go
my brains a constant no
there is support all around
but my thoughts are the only sound
when will I be free
from my own words that demand to hurt me
why can't I listen to the good things
instead of feeling these hurtful stings.
One thing I've found
as my two feet stand rooted to this ground
the one thing that can hurt me the most
the brain, the heart, the skin that I host...
I fight, I write and I don't stop
seconds before walking through the doors of glory
I cry, I doubt, I find flaws in my story
I build myself up
only to tear myself down
one second I think I'm good
the next I'm fleeing the town.
My heart pleads me to go
my brains a constant no
there is support all around
but my thoughts are the only sound
when will I be free
from my own words that demand to hurt me
why can't I listen to the good things
instead of feeling these hurtful stings.
One thing I've found
as my two feet stand rooted to this ground
the one thing that can hurt me the most
the brain, the heart, the skin that I host...
