If you were ever in my shoes
you'd know what it's like to be accused
of things you know that you abused of.
But i've been accused and I've abused
of so many things I don't know which one
is the one that will take me to my end.
They say a bad omen is near.
I've been alone here, fighting tear for tear.
Why must it all end so bad this way?
When I started by myself, were they my selfish ways?
Now I'm fighting on Mount Rushmore
and the only way down is an avalanche.
People tell me to get a plane
because I have no wings left.
All that I felt I wanted isn't what I want anymore.
I'm not convinced of what I thought was true anymore
and with no one supporting me the way they should,
I don't know who to find comfort in anymore.
If there's a reason for me to live, it's for them.
If there's a reason for my life to perish, it'll be for them.
I shant care about me anymore.
That clearly left all my doors closed.
Following instructions is what I do best
That's why last time someone invited me to play with blades,
I said "Yes".