Picking the pieces, from the ground I'm not that old, but, also, not that young I should know by now, how life works Yet, I'm in dark, still... Searching, for light... Fighting my battles, one by one Lost in this endless, maze, of time My other me, sees me, and cries... Ashes... My canvas is pale, Only blank surface, no stories to tell... But, deep, down inside, my emotions hide To scared to show, my true colors, of life Do I hate myself? Oh, sometimes I do, Am I, able to change? Oh, yes, I want to But my wings are cut Now there is only the fall... Deep to the abyss, Where I learned, how to crawl... Bitterness, I use to survive Building a wall, and not let anyone, inside There... my truth laughs at me I cause that burden, that started to be heavy And when I realized it... It was, already, to late Aaa... My heart still beats There's a spite in me who wants to change everything. I feel that wind, blowing from behind My head is up, I owe, myself to try... Ashes... My canvas has new colored, lines Surface, started to paint, My emotions, that I hide... Do I hate myself? Every day, a bit less Am I, able, to change? Oh, I'm getting there But my wings are cut I will embrace, my faith No tears, no guilt Only me, facing, my fears If, I see good in others, Why I, judge myself... so hard... I'm just a man... And... I deserve... Better life...
