The only thing in the way of my dreams is me. I can only blame myself for who I will be. Half truths that I told myself I finally see. I pealed back the skin to find what I need. I'll scrape up the faith I threw to the floor. How could I have felt this and doubted it before? It's never too late to open new doors. Today won't return, so I'll let my heart soar.
I'm held down by structures, encaged in myself. I tear through these bones to find my way out. I may be lost but I'm not alone. Part of me always is far from home. I scream out my dreams, I hold back my ambitions. We'll sing it back louder 'cause nobody listens.
Sometimes I'm wrong when I think I'm right, but life's not black and white.
My patience wears so thin before my mind puts up a fight. And even when I dream I can't seem to sleep. My thoughts keep falling to my feet. I've become so numb to everything I am. Is this what it's like to be a man?
The distance thickens from my heart to my head, and I'm not sure if I'm still something good for my friends. My frustration's contagious and I can't make it end. I try to find the patience but I'll sooner be dead.
I venture deep inside my mind. Question everything I find. Somehow everything deceives me. No one ever said it would be easy. But someday when my body stays behind, I might finally be fine.
(I've waited so long.) I've wanted to do this all along. (I don't want to wait.) What more do I really want? (Bound to two roads.) Two roads I have to choose from, (I've made my choice,) when those two roads become one.
This could be the hardest choice I'll ever have to make. Split in half, my choice is destiny.