The Constant Struggle

Welcome to the real world
I remember when life was so simple
At what point was the blindfold stolen?
Innocence, Stolen
Welcome to the real world
And the sky falls down in pieces
The shattered remains of a world we used to know
Wake up

Everything I love is fading when every step has a price
Everything you know is changing
Now you’re on your own

I feel like the tight-rope walker
Keeping the balance, but for how much longer?
I still can’t see the other side
I never thought I’d find myself like this
I can almost taste the failure on my lips

Everything I love is fading when every step has a price
Everything you know is changing
Now you’re on your own
You’re on your fucking own

Sometimes I feel like giving up
Let the waters over take us
And I will be forgotten
Return to nothing
But I’ve come too far to let that happen
Now I’m the spirit of the lost and the broken
The constant struggle of this life I have chosen
No hand to guide me, no light in the darkness
Scared to death but never hopeless

Push on
I must push on
We’re the spirits of the lost and the broken
Scared to death but never hopeless
I’ve lost count of the days
I’ve lost count of the miles I’ve walked this path unpaved
How much further until the end?
I’ve lost count of the days, I’ve lost count of the miles
With the world on my shoulders
I find my fortitude, my composure

In the hopes that my dreams may come closer
I won’t stop until this is over
Push on, push on
I won’t stop until this is over