The Backpacker

Nothing'll ever feel right Everything will Always seem out of time Harmonies a lie A figment of your mind Always driving through a fog My lights are low Try to give back what I've got Never in the right Always out of time Try not to give it thought But everything is Always headed to a rot And I am just a Broken shell of what I want I try to stand up but I can't I won't bend to believe Seas open empty in me I won't bend to believe Stay open cus open means free Open means free Follow up a painted trail Burdened with the Life that sets us up to fail I followed every blaze But I'm colour blind So I'm lost anyway The footprints I make Will fade fade fade Fade I won't bend to believe Seas open empty in me I won't bend to believe Stay open cus open means free