Tell me why anyone would pretend, and choose a life they would want to end
Here on the surface, everything seems fine
But here beneath my skin, I'm running out of time
These wounds aren't healing, and I am scared to death
That I'll look into the mirror and believe the things they've said
No, I wasn't ready for the shame so heavy, maybe they will never understand
Can't keep facing this fire, Im so damn tired
Of being who I am
The more I fight, the more I work, the more I dig into the dirt.
To be fed up, to be let down, to somehow turn it all around.
But then fate knocks me to my knees and sets new heights beyond my reach.
Below the earth, below concrete, the whole world shackled to my feet.
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