Verse 1 I got a taste for words that can cure the nerves I got wounds that can tear through the hardest words You can say I bit the bullet, hoping for relief You can say I’m the master of deceit You can say I stay where I need to be But you can never be a piece of the dream You can judge every scar, every lie, every scene But you’ll never know what it took to become me Chorus I tried the road of empathy, but I watched it bleed me I tried the streets that promised, “Be honest and you’ll receive” I tried to remove the wounds that started deep in me So I could become the best version of me I tried to free you from the chains that held you from your dreams But I still got trampled underneath the weight of defeat. Verse 2: Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself, if I’m cruel, then what do you make of yourself? What really makes us different? Is it what’s hidden on the shelf, or the doubt that you lie to yourself? Whose hands are really clean when the hand feeds itself? Survival is survival, but only when you’re the one to blame yourself. Chorus I tried the road of empathy, but I watched it bleed me I tried the streets that promised, “Be honest and you’ll receive” I tried to remove the wounds that started deep in me So I could become the best version of me I tried to free you from the chains that held you from your dreams But I still got trampled underneath the weight of defeat. Bridge: I must have saw you, then saw myself, but who’s really darker? I’ll leave the story to reveal itself. Cleverness runs in us both, no need to hide the wealth. I opened myself up to what ruins were left. But I’m half to blame because I deceived myself. Chorus I tried the road of empathy, but I watched it bleed me I tried the streets that promised, “Be honest and you’ll receive” I tried to remove the wounds that started deep in me So I could become the best version of me I tried to free you from the chains that held you from your dreams But I still got trampled underneath the weight of defeat.
