Verse 1: I’m afraid of the future, I’m afraid of what’s ahead, Afraid that when I wake up, everyone I loved is dead. Every year that passes, feels like I lose another step, Dust caught in the wind, branded by all my regrets. If I tipped the scales, it’d be beneath the weight of all my sins, Don’t know if I’m seeing Heaven, but I know I’m facing my demons again. Chorus: And I’m running out of people to blame, Running out of ghosts to name, Every mirror shows the damage that I hide beneath my skin, If tomorrow never finds me, Tell the ones I love I’m sorry, I’ve been fighting all my demons, And they’re starting to look like friends. Verse 2: Wasted youth in my arrogance, Standing tall on undefeated arguments. Soaked in the scent of confidence, Broken homes built from all my accomplishments. Full speed ahead, there was no stopping it, Now I look at my past and see the same problems I’m in. I need the feeling to exist just to live in my skin, Like every battle that I lose is one I have to win. It’s never enough to love, I need to possess what I keep, I need the dream to keep standing even when it bleeds. Every lesson left a scar, every scar left a need, And every thing I ever chased became another mouth to feed. Chorus: And I’m running out of people to blame, Running out of ghosts to name, Every mirror shows the damage that I hide beneath my skin, If tomorrow never finds me, Tell the ones I love I’m sorry, I’ve been fighting all my demons, And they’re starting to look like friends. Bridge: What if all the things I’m chasing, Were never really mine to keep? What if love was meant for holding, Not for dragging through the deep? And if Heaven asks me someday, Why I carried all this grief, I’ll say I confused possession For the kind of love you need. What if all the things I’m chasing, Were never really mine to keep? What if love was meant for holding, Not for dragging through the deep? And if Heaven asks me someday, Why I carried all this grief, I’ll say I confused possession For the kind of love you need. Chorus: And I’m running out of people to blame, Running out of ghosts to name, Every mirror shows the damage that I hide beneath my skin, If tomorrow never finds me, Tell the ones I love I’m sorry, I’ve been fighting all my demons, And they’re starting to look like friends.
