Chuck

It's hard to Breathe With all the weight of all that insecurity If you could see The type of half god that you were supposed to be Build with me The type of world we're supposed to live in Harmony The future that you seek has left you blinded You are not a saint, you are not a martyr You'll suffer the same fate as my dear mother You had your chance You turned your back And it's not my fault for the loyalty you lack You gave your hand You took a stand And it'll be your fault for the blood on your hands