They keep building me up to be So much more than I could ever believe. They swore to me that I would have the world In the palm of my hand.
Every day I can feel myself falling behind. In some sick rat race for the top. But this mountain face hides the steep cliff, and at the bottom there lies nothing...
But death.
Life has become a struggle to survive
They keep building me up to be So much more than I could ever believe. They swore to me that I would have the world In the palm of my hand.
But I can feel this land's weight Crushing the life out of me. How could I ever become This stunning vision they see?