i'll draw my lines until they're gone, complete the cycle of what's wrong-
compromises will cripple my individuality.
emotions that I'll never share, distorted feelings to inhale-
compromises will cripple my humanity.

i left the swing hanging from ropes that won't last.
these wooden stairs made out of glass.
i like the dream that we all live in,
more lives stiffen because i know that-

the dream that we believe in,
it's just a barrel that we brеathe in.
beneath thе shining surface,
our shallow souls suffer and scream.

wooden stairs made out of glass, will stand our weight but won't last-
compromises will cripple my individuality.
my minutes compare to your hours, your life compares to my pain-
compromises will cripple my humanity.

we live our lives by living, searching for something missing.
all the things for which we stand, are the ones we'll never have.
stand on nothing,
i am nothing.