Fighting, changing, I try to be a better man
Convince myself that I'm doing the best I can
But how high does the bar really stand
When you look at yourself and the impression you get is
Nothing
Still holding on to a glimpse of the past
It's nothing
I drag myself over my fucking shoulder
How do I grow
When I try to fit myself into the same old mold
I hate the pity I feel inside of me
I need it under control
I got to face it, I got to change it
It's the impression about myself that keeps
Dragging me down to lower places
I turn my back to shattered mirror pieces
I turn my back to shattered mirror pieces
What's done is done, because I've got no impact on my past
Won't use myself as an empty excuse as I set up my own rules
How do I grow, when I try to fit myself into the same old mold
I hate the pity I feel inside of me
I'm leaving myself behind