Forgive me for what I've done.   I don't deserve what's mine.   So many hidden bridges burned.   There's light at the end.   This life is not for me.      Calm down, the storm will guide you to the path that's right.   Don't be too proud to make a difference.   This too shall pass.      Crawling slowly turns into miles.   Trying to buy sand, but no one's selling.   Turning back these pages.   Chapters I don't remember writing.      This weight upon my back, the pressure's slowly building.   I seem to be running from myself.