Open this book and turn the page Document my flaws As leaves from a tree in Fall I'm writing about how I lost it all I was a man with a heart of gold My gaze was fixed upon the world But with every kick to the ground My mind began to shut it down I didn't trust a single soul I lost faith in a place called home My mind became a prison Every thought held the taste of poison Call me selfish, call me a mess After everything I probably deserve it I will never apologize So long as the world is black in my eyes I've dug my grave To try and ease the pain of being afraid All I've become Is an empty shell of who I used to be I've lost faith in reality I've lost faith in me I'm trying to do what's best for me It's pointless to hide my misery The struggle of knowing what has become of me The nightmare of life is my reality Searching for the light What's the point to fight? What's the point to fight? When our life's a lie Open this book and turn the page Document my flaws As leaves from a tree in Fall I'm writing about how I lost it all I was a man with a heart of gold My gaze was fixed upon the world But with every kick to the ground My mind began to shut it down Searching for the light What's the point to fight?