It's been a year and all these stories have been weighing on me. It's been hard to see the light. The tunnel wasn't closing I just reached the point of no return. I can't get caught up in these steel traps anymore. But it's not so bad, on the outside looking in. I'll just take a few steps back. I think I can make the best of all this God forsaken place. These so called friends have got me looking back again, reminding me of who I am. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone had turned against me. But I just didn't see it right. A broken boy see's broken things when all he does is sweat the changes. I can't get caught up in this city anymore. But it's not so bad losing everything you have. I'll just take a few steps back. Resent me. Kick me while I'm down. Break my legs just to keep me around, because I think that I can make the best off all this God forsaken place. Bloodied up, you'd think I'd had enough, but now I see a slightly different side. When the world's on fire and I'm drowning in chaos. I feel alive.