I wonder how it came to this
Out of gas, with nowhere to turn
With the torch still in my hand
I stand and watch it burn
As my lungs fill with ashes
Feel the wind as it fans the flames
Hear a voice inside my head
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
I wonder how it came to this
Wonder when I lost my art
I wonder how I lost my pa**ion
Lost my vision, lost that spark
Once upon a time, there was a raging fire, but now that's dark
Now that's dark, press restart
I got so lost and forgot my heart
I got buried by every promise I broke
Every empty line that I wrote
Now this game feels like a noose on my throat
With a crowd that cheers me on as I choke
I can't breathe, but I can't stop now
'Cause I got fans that I can't let down
And dreams that I'm not done chasing
And people that I love that I ain't made proud
I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize the person I see
But people that I've never met in my life see me on the street and can recognize me
How can that be?
People know me more than I know myself
I guess it's ironic they call me the Devil
'Cause I'm so damn tired of livin' in hell
When did I get so old?
When did I get so jaded?
When did it stop being fun, and turn into labor?
I love it so much that I hate it
I'm so tired...
So tired of being overlooked and underrated
I can't take it
How much more can this game take away from me before I make it!?!
AAAGGHHH!
I wonder how it came to this
Out of gas, with nowhere to turn
With the torch still in my hand
I stand and watch it burn
As my lungs fill with ashes
Feel the wind as it fans the flames
Hear a voice inside my head
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
I wonder when it came to this
I wonder when I lost my pa**ion
Lost my drive, lost my vision
Lost my ethics, lost my action
Man, what happened to the times when I enjoyed what I imagined?
Now that's in the past
And now the fame controls all my reactions
Overlappin' on what was true
So now I just feel like a tool
For the people to escape what they gotta deal with when they're through
With all the pain that you got inside of your brain when it's hauntin' you
Every night, thinkin' you're sick of your life, and thinkin' of takin' it, too!
Damn...I'm, like, in a feud with the man in the mirror
Knows all my fears
Tellin' me maybe I'm searchin' for something inside of myself that's not even there
It's not even fair!
'Cause all of my friends are enjoying their lives, while I'm stuck in this chair
Makin' my music for people who don't give a f** about me
Man, they don't even care!
They don't even care...
About my life, or about my stress
Or about those nights when I'm just depressed
Try my best to tune it out
But you don't care when the mic turns off...
So I'm sorry, Mom, when I grab that gun
'Cause it might go off...
I wonder how it came to this
Out of gas, with nowhere to turn
With the torch still in my hand
I stand and watch it burn
As my lungs fill with ashes
Feel the wind as it fans the flames
Hear a voice inside my head
Nothing ventured, nothing gained