Stuck alone, swallowing shadows. Everything I've ever held closely has crumbled. Broken code. I'm at a crossroad. Do I swallow my pride, stay and hide. Or face my families lies. Tied, to a history of shame. Smeared names, whose to blame?
I'm trapped inside the flames, of my past, that they cast. All I ever wanted was to be something more. My family, my clan, my code, it's all I live for. My lungs scream for air but how can I bare to know that I am wrong right down to the core. How can I go free when everything inside of me, has been nothing but a fabricated reality
I thought I knew my place but that's all been erased. I'm going to die down here. I'm running out of breathing space
Half-blooded. Mind flooded in a lake of doubt. Am I the punishment provided for love not aloud? Is StarClan watching now? From up in the clouds? As I tumble and I fumble deeper down into this tunnel
Did they know all along, that despite it being wrong, that destiny can go beond what the rules were set apon. Does love matter where it comes from? Or is it something that we should be numb from? But when you push love aside it doesn't hide the lie. How can I search and find the pride of having my life divided? How could I have been misguided?
Ripped as a kit quick from my mother now spit from my brothers. And it's getting darker, and I have to wonder, am I destined to go under? For all the sins that I've covered
All I ever wanted was to be something more. But, now I know that I am wicked straight to the core. My lungs scream for air but how can I bare, to know I left him bleeding out on that stream shore. How can I just go through, when knowing what I had to do, meant the death of someone just to keep him mute
He could have known his place, he could have made a change. He's going to die up there. I tore away his breathing space
All I ever wanted was to be something more. I know that I am wicked straight to the core. I left him bleeding out on that stream shore. My family, my clan, my code, it's all I live for
Stuck alone, swallowing shadows. Half-blooded, mind's flooded. Tied. To a history of shame. Does love matter where it comes from? Or is it something that we should be numb from?
All I ever wanted was to be something more. But know I know I am wicked straight to the core. I left him bleeding out on that stream shore. My family, my clan, my code, it's all I live for. It's all I lived for! It's all I lived for! Now I've got nothing to live for
