I'm broken down, not good enough.
The broken promises add up to twice their weight in tears, which I have caused.
I'm afraid to sink, I'm afraid to swim.
I'm sad to say I miss my friends, I know that I'm supposed to step away.
But they need me to stay
and keep a watchful eye on all my heroes and all their demons.
But who's going to break my fall when the spinning starts?
The colors bleed together.
And faith, was it ever there at all? And have I lost my way?
The path of least resistance is catching up with me again today.