Step away

[Instrumental] Walking the pavement I fell upon, more times I can't count I fell for the illusion being young is an escape "I have no health issues, why is this a problem?" "Addiction? It's fun, I like it, it likes me, and I'm happy, see?" "Wait, I'm just 29" "Maybe recency is the bias I couldn't foresee" Easy to fall when getting up took a couple of hours in the dome. Walking to be me, Running from it, Stopped to see where I'd be, Sitting with the peace of what I achieved, Standing to be free. Running from the problems I was causing myself Funny fail was the tail I couldn't catch Could I trust myself to save myself? Sad realization I needed someone else to find me in shells Where was I? Oh right, "talking to myself". Ever have I thought I could write it in hell? [Instrumental] Stopped right on the edge, was it a shout? a scream? Calm words brought me back from the abyss Friends, Family, Girlfriend or me? All of them, see? I was running so loud I didn't hear. Friends and Family I shut away inside Girlfriend I thought I could deceive, foolish me you can't fool a part of you, much less a part where grief goes to be come and see where I left more then I had to give. [Instrumental] Sitting in Cash's chair, surrounded by an empire of dust. Wearing the dreaded crown of thorns I thought was for the weak who couldn't handle themselves, not realizing I was being handled myself All abuse hurts, kills and destroys but no abuse weighs like you do when is house's money. [Instrumental] Standing in front of what I created when I looked back Back to the see where the noise was coming from to see the smiles, the cheers, the pride, not ego selfless pride, the best kind. See? that's where I stopped that's what I saw The help came for me, as it does always What saved me? Discomfort, shame, self conscious mind looking for the kind Fear, the worst of all, fear of my mind. You know, the one the asks "Fear? what fear? you are mine" round and round it goes the excuses I could find, in the end? Looking back to find those who saved me from my mind, mine. Thank all those who scream when you are running from noises you should be searching for with all your might. Me? I'm just one of them lucky ones, amen to that hey. Walking to be me, Running from it, Stopped to see where I'd be, Sitting with the peace of what I achieved, Standing to be free. free. free from what was me. was me.