The Weight Of The World

You say I’m running from reality
You say I cannot hide the fact
That I’m dreaming all the time
Waiting for impact

You think I’m keeping you out
Of my dreamland rooms
Where the seeds of fortune are planted
And a withered flower blooms

I’m not listening, at least I pretend
That I’m not under someone’s command
I decide where to start and where to end
And if I fall don’t give me your hand

I might cry and give it up
I’d rather die than drain the cup
Under the weight of the world
How can I live it up

You say it matters who I am
You say I’m crazy, maybe I am
You keep pulling me out of the dirt
Till I’m clean and want to get hurt

I’m not listening, at least I pretend
That I’m not under someone’s command
I decide where to start and where to end
And if I fall don’t give me your hand

No, I’m not listening, at least I pretend
That I’m not under someone’s command
I decide where to start and where to end
And if I fall don’t give me your hand
Oh, and if I fall don’t give me your hand
If I fall don’t give me your hand