When speech is whispers and all your answers are riddles
Feels like I'm leading the way with no chance of finding home, finding hope
In a world so full of brightness but the path is faded
My feet fall on broken dreams of the jaded ones before
And what if I'm just another mistake
A footing for the foundation to take place ontop of my bones
Cause I'm bruised Broken and nothing but an empty soul
Finding hope when there's only decay
The never ending searching that will break me
But I can't let go I found strength to push forward I know that I'm not alone
Following the same steps for so long
And you expect to change
Stand with me or stand alone
I'll be the first to walk away
I'm not just another mistake
I'm not an empty soul
I'm not a shell of a man
I've found my way and I'm coming home
