What to talk about,
When I've talked about everything already
It's not that I'm alone,
Or that my struggles aren't anybody's business
It's been an adulthood since I felt confident,
In my own place
A place of pain,
A place of heartache,
A roaming inner war
I am home
How do I express it,
When I've given the same doubts before
It's mine and mine alone,
No smoke or mirrors and no witness
My childhood was interlaced in freedom,
Now I search for it
A place of pain,
A place of heartache,
A roaming inner war
Still a fox and a snake,
Just a reminder of what's there
Fraud
Fake
Faux fortune
All in the lives of mine I've lived,
I've loved and lost and became famous
There is no more to say,
I've said it and it's stuck
What I spoke of is my misfortune
My own
It's been mine though and I'm not selling it,
It's given away to anyone else that has that spirit
One day at a time,
The standard of survival
I'm still here,
Roaming around the battlefield
Looking for a fight
