The gravity of my past - Never thought that it would last. I find myself so bitter here - I doubt it will be better there. Try to shake it off but find myself covered in chains. I grew up with everything too tough - At some point I stopped feeling the pain So here I am fighting the urge to let go 'Cause I no longer have the strength for a show. How do you think I manage to get through? If walking a mile in my shoes is not an easy thing to do? Honest mirrors are really rare And I prefer the ones that dare To reflect not only what the daylight shows. But also the things that nobody but me knows. My past - it's a magnet, and I have two poles, And these sides have been fighting for my confused soul. I am not sure what to do about that, Because I haven't taken many steps since the start. Who's there to tell me what's going on, The opinions of those I meet are too strong For me to filter what really makes sense. 'Cause no one gives a failure another chance. I thought that I knew where I was going, Didn't always find the strength to fight the wind that was blowing. Will I ever find the place where I truly belong? I refuse to accept that everything could go wrong.