Digging Holes

I spent my whole life digging this hole

I’m constantly told go as far as I can go

And you know, the first few times I think I believed it

I was gonna do great things but now I can see that

I’ve been in this self made pit for too long of my life

Gonna need some help out if I’m gonna survive

I’ve gone so deep I can’t even feel the sun shine

Selling lies so cheap, telling everyone that I’m fine

Because I know deep down they don’t want the truth

“Couldn’t do it ourselves. Now the pressure’s on you”

The irony is I truly wanted to be the best

But now I’ve realized it’s lonely; trying to separate from the rest

I can’t turn back, no not now

I can’t imagine letting them all down

Cause my life is my cross and I’m gonna bear it

I made my own orange jumpsuit, now I’ve got to wear it

And I know they’re gonna hate how it all comes to an end

But at least I can say that I did it for them

This hole I’ve dug has about reached it’s time

So bury me here. I promise, I’ll be fine.