Not so often now do I feel the cold that's so familiar, Come creeping back on lonely nights. It feels as if I'm slowly taking control. But then again, who knows? Am I even in control? Over and over again, Why is it that when I'm moving forward, I'm pulled into the wrong direction? As I lose myself, I start to trace my steps. I can't do this again. I'm fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself, What is it that I'm even trying to prove? I need some closure, I need to move forward. I need to prove to myself I'm not that fragile boy I once was. But your name is pulling me down. With the weight of four years, pulling me down. I thought I was past this. But surely, I'm not so sure. I thought I was past this. I thought I was past this. I want to throw it away, but it can't end this way. I thought I'd broken these chains, but it will always remain. Now rest my tired eyes. I need a rest from my fucking mind. I'm fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself, What is it that I'm even trying to prove? I need some closure, I need to move forward. I need a rest from my fucking mind. I'm fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself. I'm fucking sick of feeling like I need to prove myself. It's time to rest my tired eyes.