A hunger that hurts you can't feed Full bloom trapped in a seed Buried beneath all the weeds That have tangled up your mind You tend to a crop you won't taste A beautiful thing gone to waste Angrily search for a place of peace That you will never find Throw your stones and they won't get in Convince yourself that this is how you win Running from the one you hate the most On your heels, haunting like a ghost And are you scared that you feel more at ease When at struggle than when you're at peace? I cut my ties the hatchets buried Your weakness made me stronger That anchors yours to carry It'll drag me down no longer