Just a man... imperfect... vulnerable Why can't my words be seen for what they are An expression of my ongoing struggle I am not your culture I am not your shelter I am not your addiction I am not your solution Running with my head down The blood fills my mouth - the sting fills my eyes Dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle To find an end to this passion play of which we're all a part The depths we'll fall to, for the love of Don? t want to carry it anymore - the weight on my shoulders Your hands around my neck Not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself And now it's my cross to bear