Destroy the real   Distort the truth   Save myself      I was a thief   Cut my own hand   I was a man      Too scared to take care of myself   Too scared to even suffer   Too old to become someone else   But too young to count the days      So I stay at home   In sadness and grace   My heart full of shame   Awaiting the tears   Awaiting the tears   Awaiting the black flame      Too scared to take care of myself   Too scared for self-compassion   Too old to become someone else   But too young to be a bitter dying man      Darkness came in   It swallowed my home   But the black flame went out   Was already burned out   Already burned out