One Heavy, Collective Soul

Complicate this world you left for me -
I'm acquainted with your suffering,
And all your weight, it falls on me
It brings me down -
It falls on me.

Isn't this what I was trying to get away from? What I was trying to change? Maybe I really can't get away. Maybe I'm just making things more difficult...

But I have to keep trying.

All your weight, it falls on me... It brings me down...

I can't just give up. I can't let it all be for nothing. I can keep trying, keep moving forward. I can let it all go. And I can stop it from happening again. I can stop it. I know I can. Right?

It falls on me... It falls on me...

I can do this. Really. I can.

And somehow, I wish I could just swallow my pride and admit I need help, admit that I am struggling and really just want to give up. That I want someone to just look at me and tell me everything will be okay, and that what I'm trying to do is in fact the right thing to do.

I want some support... But I don't want to ask for it. I don't want to burden people.

It amazes me how he can just talk to random people like that, asking them questions. It seems so.. I don't know. It throws me off. But I suppose they're all just human. We're all just human, we're all just hanging out here, trying to figure out ourselves and everything else.

I don't want to become another fabricated self-portrait. I don't want everything to be fake and empty and I don't want to keep cutting people off.

I want to be able to let this go, and not fret over things that happened years and years ago.

Bringing me down...

I can do this. And I can do this alone.