I face a choice that I just can't make I wish there was someone to blame To live in the pretense of this decay So torn, half alive The other part not quite dead Just suppressed feeling distress the weight bared on my chest I did this I did this to myself I tell myself to do what's right living half alive Changing faces like phases and never look back I'm too torn too worn, outworn To change or be complacent, or face it So torn, half alive The other part not quite dead Just suppressed feeling distress the weight bared on my chest I did this I did this to myself Wish I could blame someone else Sifting through what I upheld I've never felt so underwhelmed I breaking please someone help me I'm changing I'm phasing Part of me is never staying I tell myself to do what's right living half alive Changing faces life phases and never look back A constant metaphor fall on the sword again Let down unable to grow, to thrive Unable to get back Disappointment overshadows Taking over Half life Unable to get back, unable to grow past the state of decay I tell myself to do what's right living half alive