Parallel

I can't feel what's right or wrong
When all I know are the rusted bars
Of my own prison
Six feet deep and I'm still digging
There's no sign of stopping

I can feel my shadow glare at me
Casting from a dead man walking

Though I'm walking through the shattered glass
I'll get there but bleed in the process
I may not be happy, they'll see me as something
These parallel visions are all that I see

I'm sick I'm fed up of living this way
The passing days remind me this
Is nothing but breathing a miserable reality

Playing along to a pointless game
I'll sit and I'll watch as they cut me out
Safe to say they got tired of being let down

I've been trying to get free from these chains
The ball around my ankle really drags down
My dependency, empathy, no responsibility

I'm sorry you think that there's a real me but
The weight has been the same the past 10 years
Leave me if you will, but being alone is one of my genuine fears

Though I'm walking through the shattered glass
I'll get there but bleed in the process
I may not be happy, they'll see me as something
These parallel visions are all that I see
Though I'm walking through the shattered glass
I'll get there but bleed in the process
It's consuming, destroying, corrupting, controlling
The image I made is glaring back at me

The voices that dwell in my head
They're pulling me closer to the edge
Look a little closer, take another glance
They sing the sweet song of release, a chant of the end

Reflect back on me
The mirror and I only see

The fragments of who I was meant to be
Living under image is so pressuring
False hopes of those around me
Expecting something of this shattered frame

Though I'm walking through the shattered glass
I'll get there but bleed in the process
I may not be happy, they'll see me as something
These parallel visions are all that I see
Though I'm walking through the shattered glass
I'll get there but bleed in the process
I may not be happy, I may not be happy
I may not be happy, I may not be happy