When the truth was like swallowing sand.
I found myself empty, gasping for air.
Trying frantically to keep my head above the water, but failing miserably.
Is it still worth holding on to, or is it just a deadweight that'll make me sink at the end of the day.
I'm losing faith and feeling out of gas.
Perhaps it was really not about me, and just them alone.
Maybe it's just me excluded from the picture.

There is no fault line to rely or blame on.
We were living on an imaginary one.
There wasn't a right or wrong to begin with,
Just a set of morals and values to follow.
They say the truth will set you free,
but the bucket of sand says otherwise.
Nothing feels as hurtful as accepting the realities of life.
One foot out, and a million guns start to point at me.
There is really no way out now.