It's been a year and all these stories have been weighing on me.

It's been hard to see the light.

The tunnel wasn't closing I just reached the point of no return.

I can't get caught up in these steel traps anymore.

But it's not so bad, on the outside looking in.

I'll just take a few steps back.

I think I can make the best of all this God forsaken place.

These so called friends have got me looking back again, reminding me of who I am.

I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone had turned against me.

But I just didn't see it right.

A broken boy see's broken things when all he does is sweat the changes.

I can't get caught up in this city anymore.

But it's not so bad losing everything you have.

I'll just take a few steps back.

Resent me.

Kick me while I'm down.

Break my legs just to keep me around, because I think that I can make the best off all this God forsaken place.

Bloodied up, you'd think I'd had enough, but now I see a slightly different side.

When the world's on fire and I'm drowning in chaos.

I feel alive.