Voices tell me, speak my mind,
If I let things go, they'll be lost in time.
I bite my tongue 'til it bleeds,
Choking on the words I know I need.
The past keeps calling, and I pick up,
But then I realize, and I hang up.
I'm hung up and strung up,
Messed up and fessed up,
I'm swinging punches in the dark,
Hitting shadows, missing marks.
Losing grip on what's real,
But I'd rather fight than learn to kneel.
(learn to kneel)
Trapped in circles, running blind,
Chained to memories, locked deep inside.
I scream inside, to covered ears,
Drowning in my own fears.
Every step feels like a war,
With every battle, I lose a little more.
But I can't quit, can't turn away,
Even if I see my final day.
(My final day)
I'm swinging punches in the dark,
Hitting shadows, missing marks.
Losing grip on what's real,
But I'd rather fight than learn to kneel.
I'm falling fast, but I won't close my eyes,
Even if this fight is my last goodbye.
With every breath, I defy the end,
I'll go down fighting, no need to pretend.
If I'm meant to lose, I'll learn on my own,
I'd face disgrace before I turn to stone.
I have to push, to prove it to me,
That I won't quit, until I see.
Won't learn kneel
If I'm meant to lose, I'll learn on my own,
I'd face disgrace before I turn to stone.
I have to push, to prove it to me,
That I won't quit, until I see.
I won't kneel