I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
My imagination hadn't turned on me yet
I used to let my words wax poetic
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it's tragic
I've turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And I'll breathe again
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
I've lost a grip on where I started from
I wish I'd thought ahead and left a few crumbs
This is my darkest hour
A long road has lead me out here
But I only need turn around to face the light
And decide flight or fight