"What have I become?"
The question I present to myself
I yearn for the day this all ceases to exist
"Why have you done this?"
The question I present to you
I yearn for the day I remember how to live
But when fond memories of a better life; of better days
Are a constant reminder of the life you wish had not died
(You tend to lose faith in everything you once held close
And numb the skin and soul become to every helping hand)
Looking in the mirror, all I see is weakness
I can't recognize this face
Gazing at these hollow eyes, devoid of any brightness
Lost without a trace
I was never in possession of a strong will
The words "courage" and "confidence" unknown to me
But you were the rock that kept me balanced
And for a while, I truly felt invincible
You're chasing the horizon
I descend, and the ocean fills my chest
This question surfaces once again
My mind will never be at rest
You're chasing the horizon
I become one with the cracks in the ceiling
I'm trying to rid my mind of you
This reality is breaking down these bones
Just tear me away from it all
"What have I become?"
The question I present to myself
"When will this end?"
I can't keep composure anymore
I don't hate you, I hate what you've done to me
Tear me away.
