I'm a product of my creation
I make sure you see me and see my imagination
Not years of becoming weak through emotional automation
Or seasons of isolation from all of my failed relations
Selective vision is means of evacuation
We see what we want and make dreams that we can escape in
But I've taken my measures to start remembering what made me my enemy
And how to uncover what path was meant for me
I'm just a messenger, communicating energy
I use my pens to cleanse all the venom out of my memories
My greatest fear is that none of you will remember me
That I'll grow to resent me and bury my own identity
You feel me?
I feel like I'll lose me if I don't heal me
I'll end up at the mercy of everything I'm concealing
Cause if the real me is made of steel and unyielding
Then who am I when I see the world and I feel things?
I had this feeling in the frost and ice
Under the ceiling of a starless night
I philosophized, found meaning behind walls of lies
Said - everything that doesn't fear the fall will rise
You only look for what that you hope to find
If you don't look with open eyes
(So look close)
And in time, you can run and hide
But you become what you are inside
So why can't you save me?
Why can't you save my soul?
I'm trying to save me
Why can't you save my soul?
We see what we want