*Still the bare bones, I plan to add more, but tell me what you think so far
When I carry the weight of the world it feels like a bold task
Something to rival that of Superman
I’m nothing extraordinary but somehow I manage this work
Yet I always fail to take a breath and recognize what I’ve done
I need to recall my past
Reminisce in where I’ve been and not where I’m going
I realize that I’m not a hero or anything special
But I’ve got this pen, and I’ve got this story
Someday when the weight of the world gets to heavy
I’ll find out if it has a fairy tale ending
From the way things look, I’m not getting very far
Mind is tricking me into believing false things
I’m afraid that I’m fading away
But I can’t have tunnel vision and block out all the rest
I lay my head down and feel the cold of the pillow
Rest the bones of my tired soul until I have to start again
Someone has to keep the world spinning
Prevent disaster from happening
It’s a lot of work for just one boy
My batteries have drained just like a toy
From the way things look, I’m not getting very far
Mind is tricking me into believing false things
I’m afraid that I’m fading away
But I can’t have tunnel vision and block out all the rest