If all we are is ashen faced
In the face of finding out our place
How can we go with grace?
If we are just these fading thoughts
All caught up in the crisis of it all
How did we get this cold?
All at once, I am consumed by the oxygen
Eaten away by the nothing
A shadow in the dark
I find myself apart
So suddenly, I am adrift
A rift exists in this
Endless well of want for happiness
A thread that's blowing in the wind
The darkness is the mark
I find myself apart
We find the balance in the fall
We look for our worth anywhere at all
The truth is I'm terrified
I'm walking tightropes all the time
I even overthink the ways I win
But the light trembles in
I'm walking tightropes all the time
I even overthink the ways I win
But the light trembles in
Every moment, I am lost
Fighting fires through the knots
In my stomach, in my head
To ask if there's light in there yet
Is there light in there yet?
The truth is I'm terrified
I'm walking tightropes all the time
I even overthink the ways I win
But the light trembles in
I'm walking tightropes all the time
I even overthink the ways I win