It’s hard to be me when I don’t know who I am
It’s hard to be free when my mind is a prison
It’s hard to see through the fog and traffic jam
It’s hard to see the ghosts of those who’ve risen.
It’s hard to be the person that everybody once knew
It’s hard to see the cracks in my emotional dam
It’s hard to see how my perfect life went askew.
It’s hard to be somebody whom you’ve never known
It’s hard to see the damage of the falling debris
It’s hard to see through the darkness all alone.
It’s hard to be the rock that others expect of you
It’s hard to see that real life has no guarantee
It’s hard to see the all the debts that we accrue.
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