Just a man...imperfect...vulnerable
Why can't my words be seen for what they are
An expression of my ongoing struggle
I am not your culture
I am not your shelter
I am not your addiction
I am not your solution
Running with my head down
The blood fills my mouth - the sting fills my eyes
Dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle
To find an end to this passion play of which we're all a part
The depths we'll fall to, for the love of
Don?t want to carry it anymore - the weight on my shoulders
Your hands around my neck
Not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself
And now it's my cross to bear