Years have passed and I'm not exactly what I meant to be. 

I'm closer to death when I thought that I'd be further away. 

Is this guilt pushing out from the inside 

self punishment for a good life? 

Am I pretending that I'm trying to lose 

because I always knew I wasn't born to lose? 

Am I trying to be just like you? 

Tell me, why would I want to be just like you?

You spend your whole life just trying to get through: 

drugged up passed out, you'd rather die than know the truth. 

And of course my disguise won't fool you.

What was I thinking? 

I can't hide no matter what I do.

Did I honestly believe that I'd slip away? 

Unnoticed, unaccountable, and afraid? 

Every time I tried to stand alone  

I heard a voice inside my head that said 

"you're not alone".

So I guess the era of transparency is here.

nothing's hidden. 

we have no choice but to be sincere.

It's about time I own up to the damage that I've done.

learn from my mistakes

and turn around to face the new sun.