the rebuttal.

this goes out to those who
don't, or can't, believe.
to those that tell me i can't,
and tell me why i'm wrong.
those who tell me that i'm
not enough.

raise your glass to them.



i woke up this morning,
and i didn't want to say a word.
i kept my mouth shut and took
on the day like a man.
my mind is a constantly
turning rolodex of rules
that i force myself to follow,
and i spent so much time
lettering each one.
why is it that it's not enough for you?
i've done some pretty horrible things,
things that you could never understand.
i've pushed myself as hard as i can
to get to where i am today,
and it's been like pushing a brick wall.
can we just be in harmony
for just one short moment?

so go ahead and burn it down.
take another stab.
it's like you do nothing but
pick at my every move.
to taunt and tease and
push me down.
i can't breathe under your thumb.
so go ahead and build it up again.


i'm floating in the middle of the ocean.
i'm balancing on the head of a pin,
and you're just watching.
judging me every time i look down.
go ahead and burn it down.

why do i even bother speaking?
nothing can change your mind.
on second thought,
just sit there and watch.
i hope you enjoy the show.
watching my fall from grace.



i can't remember the last time i felt so lost.
go ahead and burn it down.
we are not the same.