Under Fire

Self-Revelation hits me like a brick 
its four AM 
Sleeps out of the question when youre stuck inside the state I'm in 
Where everything I see is redundancy 
Im at wits end 
Over you

Middle finger in the air theyre waiving at me 
No barricade to call my own so let the stones fly but one last request 
Will you carry me home

I'm seeing clearly with my eyes closed tight 
In spite of everything thats wrong or right i walk on eggshells and broken glass 
On my hands and knees 
Open wounds