This isn't me any more. I need something to believe in. If you think you've seen the last of me. The flat line has come and gone. But won't take me away. I'm tortured. By this dream I've manufactured. War torn. From the inside out but it makes me stronger. I'm not the person you see. When you look into these eyes. I've got a reason. To believe in something more. I know there's something more. I've heard it all before. But I won't sing my last song. 'Til I'm flat out on the floor. I've longed for so much more. I wanna be the best that I can be. I'm sick and tired of being admired. I don't deserve this pedestal you've put me on. All I want is to be proud of who I am. I brought this hell upon myself. Now I gotta see it through 'til the end