i carved a cross into the floor so i show you where i lost myself and gained a friend who didn't care
have i lost faith?
have i lost faith in all the things that i held close?
i am running
but i'm so tired
because i've found fractures in the bones of loved ones from bearing the weight of my mistakes
i'm broken
i'm sorry
i'm falling
i'm falling
i'm falling
i'm falling
both my mother and my father still find time to make conversation in my head
i'm dropping out
"i raised you better than this"
"we wanted better for you"
but i am weak
the sun is rising
the sky is clear
but i am lying down with every poor decision that i have ever made
did i disappoint you?
did it leave a mark?
i am broken, i am barren, i am torn
i found a hate in my head
but it's a friend
i'm seeing red
in my head, my mother takes me in her arms
and tells me all about my fathers great accomplishments
she is proud while she speaks words of admiration
in my head, my mothers proud of me
she is still proud of me
