| Losing balance as I weigh out my options
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| It’s an everyday morning routine
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| Through every hazy memory
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| At any second you could recap the climax
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| It’s not as vivid as it used to be
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| Through every hazy memory
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| The walls were built so high
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| But couldn’t keep their words out
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| The shelter they provide
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| Only houses self-doubt
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| I’m reclaiming my composure
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| Lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable
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| I’ve been avoiding conversation
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| But lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable
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| Life’s unfolding like the plot of a movie
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| Not the version that everyone sees
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| My dreams laid out in front of me
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| (Like dreams laid out in front of me)
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| I never told anyone, but the truth is I see
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| The shadow hanging over me
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| The walls were built so high
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| But couldn’t keep their words out
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| The shelter they provide
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| Only houses self-doubt
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| I’m reclaiming my composure
|
| Lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable
|
| I’ve been avoiding conversation
|
| But lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable
|
| The walls were built so high
|
| But couldn’t keep their words out
|
| The shelter they provide
|
| Only houses self-doubt
|
| I’m reclaiming my composure
|
| Lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable
|
| I’ve been avoiding conversation
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| But lately, I’ll bend, smile, and pretend to be stable |