The Rift

No, don't try to feed me the lie

That I am nothing more than skin and

Bone when you've been starving the fire

You buried deep within yourself

You claim you're shackled, but you put them on yourself

The lone combatant in this battle who won't ever ask for help

Deep inside yourself you'll find a wealth of what you stand for

But every time I ask you'll never tell

Why you're always mad,

And why you're always sad