Maybe I'm the real problem

Maybe it's been me all along

Giving more and more of me away

Thinking, how could that be wrong?

Expecting little in return

But the feel of a good deed

That seemed to be enough for a long time

Giving others what they need

But the older that I get, the louder they become

Pressures coming at me night and day

Feeding other people's dreams instead of what matters to me

With my truth hiding somewhere in the void

As I try to find the real in all the noise

When I'd see the hurt in others

Instinctively, I'd want to bring a smile

My superpower to absorb their pain

Like John Coffey in 'Green Mile'

But the older that I get, the louder they become

Pressures coming at me night and day

Feeding other people's dreams instead of what matters to me

With my truth hiding somewhere in the void

As I try to find the real in all the noise

But I'm nearing my limit

I can't sustain the (em)path that I'm on

And I think I'm finally getting it

I need to find myself before I'm gone

Now the older that I get, the louder they become

Pressures coming at me night and day

Feeding other people's dreams instead of what matters to me

With my truth hiding somewhere in the void

Yeah, my truth is hiding somewhere in the void

And I know now I can no longer avoid

On my own road, with my own voice

Trying to find the real in all the noise

I'm just trying to find "my" real in all the noise