So long ago we threw rocks just to watch the glass fall.
And now I've grown into a person I don't recognize at all.
We get so lost in social standards and expectations.
We find ourselves becoming things we never wanted to be.
We're looking straight ahead, ignoring what we have.
 
I miss the fire that once inspired me.
Fill my fucking lungs with concrete.
Force-feed me unforgiving honesty.
Prove to me that I would rather breathe through broken teeth
than suffocate behind a facade.
 
Another Breath - Marla