I Am

I walk alone and don't mind. I'd rather be there than have to deal with your false compassion. You float in the high clouds. I walk on the cold, cracked streets. I'm tired of trying to prove myself, I've accepted I'm no idol. There are things better left not said, But if I leave them unsaid I might as well be close to dead, holdin' a gun up to my head. Runnin' on the lines of my morals just thinkin' where I went. If I go your way, I'm forgetting all about myself. I can't forget who I am. I did once, and I wasn't real. I am me, all in one.