Days spent struggling to keep these few last screws from coming loose
But time keeps stripping the threads instead
Everyday I find myself retracing the same shallow footsteps and ending up in the same dead ends
Some say that life is a gift
Some say life is shit
But I truly believe, life is what you make of it
I'm no half hearted man, but I have my doubts
Stuck in this troubled mind with no way out
Walking this earth in the shadow of a ghost
No direction, no place to call my home
I grown so numb to this complacency
It all feels so natural, like this is where I'm supposed to be
Where I can stand as one
Broken but holding on
Where I can piece myself back together
On my own
Where I can stand as one
Solitude
Where I can find myself lost, but not alone
Solitude
I'm no half hearted man, but I have my doubts
Stuck in this troubled mind
I k now this place too well
Isolation
I know this place too well
I know it all too well