Reach for the Sun

Reach for the sun Into the fray I might hope That I soon catch fire Supposed to heal Still a loose stitch The bleeding won't stop until I scratch the itch I want to see Is this real I want to know and I want to feel Get it together, shape it like mud Make of me a copy of what you should've gotten by now Burns on my skin Still cold within I still hope that I soon catch fire Picking at the scabs until I hit veins I don't wanna stop now, I want to see blood Keeping my guard high as the wall But for who? Wasting my time, falling in line I'm a fool Saving my face, waiting in place While it's trouble I throw at my own walls Stating: 'I'm not afraid, it's just the way that my heart is engaged with this charade'