Still Thinking

(ahhhh) They want the heavy crown but never felt the pressure curve.

I spent a year just trying to find the words I should

conserve. (uh-huh)

Every mistake I made is written on my sleeve.

They see the confidence but never see me leave.

Clocking the minutes, I'm spinning,

the room is beginning to shake.

Wondering how many promises I have to break.

My chest is tight,

my knuckles white, I'm staring at the ceiling light.

No longer sleeping through the night,

I fight the thoughts I cannot write. (woo)

Just let me breathe.

And the walls close in but I stand my ground. (yeah)

Looking for a truth that was never found.

Can you hear the silence?

It makes a heavy sound.

Sometimes I sit and wonder if the path I took was mine.

Or if I'm just a passenger tracing a pre-drawn line.

I see the mirror crack,

I see the shadows grow.

I'm sick of playing safe when everything's about to blow.

They want the product,

they want the pain,

they want the spark but not the rain.

And the walls close in but I stand my ground. (yeah)

Looking for a truth that was never found.

Can you hear the silence?

It makes a heavy sound.

I never wanted this to be the only thing that kept me

sane.

(no, no)

But here I am again,

writing in the dark to block the pain.

Just let me breathe. (shhhh)