I've kept my eyes too long on the happiness of another time. I kept myself too long in safety of home where I can't escape. My mind is broken. I can't function. I fought this feeling my entire life. Is this my final chance to save myself from myself? The simple answer is it's all in my fucking head. I've painted myself as the martyr, as the motherfucker. The simple answer is it's in my fucking head. I'll brave the storm, I'll ride this wave to the end.