Days spent struggling to keep these few last screws from coming loose But time keeps stripping the threads instead Everyday I find myself retracing the same shallow footsteps and ending up in the same dead ends Some say that life is a gift Some say life is shit But I truly believe, life is what you make of it I’m no half hearted man, but I have my doubts Stuck in this troubled mind with no way out Walking this earth in the shadow of a ghost No direction, no place to call my home I grown so numb to this complacency It all feels so natural, like this is where I’m supposed to be Where I can stand as one Broken but holding on Where I can piece myself back together On my own Where I can stand as one Solitude Where I can find myself lost, but not alone Solitude I’m no half hearted man, but I have my doubts Stuck in this troubled mind I k now this place too well Isolation I know this place too well I know it all too well