Lost my balance on a tightrope. Lost my mind trying to get it back. Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into. Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everybody believed in you?

Did some things I can’t speak of, but at night I live it all again. I wouldn’t be shattered on the floor now if only I had seen what I know now then. Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catching days? When everything out of reach someone bigger brought down to you. Wasn’t it beautiful running wild ‘til you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you.

Who I am is not what I’ve been. I’m still an innocent. It’s okay, life is a tough crowd. 18 and still growing up now. Who I am is not what I did. I’m still an innocent.