Living, breathing, existing in this place
Feels like running my hands through your hair
Cold, dead, broken, dry
My life is stale, like the conversations we carry
Impatient, arrogant, exiled, alone
Like a new pair of shoes, your words cut into me
Every time I get closer to what I want, you're there
Quietly, you watch and wait
Stoically, you sit and stare
Unknowingly, you drag me back
Eerily, your smile's not there
Radical change and warnings of ruin
The taste of blood has lingered long enough
And believe it or not, I actually give a damn
The world is too big; life’s too short
Doubt, pity, defeatism all end today
Darkness in front of me and mountain air at my back
It feels good to be alive. It feels good to be free
