I've kept my eyes too long on the happiness of another time. I kept myself too long in safety of home where I can't escape. My mind is broken. I can't function. I fought this feeling my entire life. Is this my final chance to save myself from myself? The simple answer is it's all in my f****** head. I've painted myself as the martyr, as the m***********. The simple answer is it's in my f****** head. I'll brave the storm, I'll ride this wave to the end.