So this is me: a distorted piece of the man I'm supposed to be
Yet underneath there's a glimmer of hope that I'm trying my best to keep
And so if I look back now

Should I close my eyes from fear of seeing a face in the mirror of a design not of my own?
Is this all I have?
Is this all I can ever be?

We don't even fear now we live through our desires
We don't even sleep now
Two irons in the fire

Choose your own reasons for letting go of all the consequence
Choose your own reasons for letting go of everything you are and were
So this is me: a spark in the fire of a future I'll never see

And how does it feel?
Does it crush?
Does it hurt?

Does it make it hard to breathe?
And now when tomorrow comes and you go and find out that the world doesn't owe you
I'll think that you'll find that's it worse than you dare $$#ume