It's been a year and all these stories have been weighing 
on me. It's been hard to see the light. The tunnel wasn't 
closing I just reached the point of no return. I can't 
get caught up in these steel traps anymore. But it's not 
so bad, on the outside looking in. I'll just take a few 
steps back. I think I can make the best of all this God 
forsaken place. These so called friends have got me 
looking back again, reminding me of who I am. I couldn't 
shake the feeling that everyone had turned against me. 
But I just didn't see it right. A broken boy see's broken 
things when all he does is sweat the changes. I can't get 
caught up in this city anymore. But it's not so bad 
losing everything you have. I'll just take a few steps 
back. Resent me. Kick me while I'm down. Break my legs 
just to keep me around, because I think that I can make 
the best off all this God forsaken place. Bloodied up, 
you'd think I'd had enough, but now I see a slightly 
different side. When the world's on fire and I'm drowning 
in chaos. I feel alive.