Alex Pfeifer-Rosenblum - Beautifully Impaired lyrics

It's 4 AM and I can't get to sleep Ain't got the patience to be counting sheep And dreaming's just another task to complete And give to my teacher for a grade My mind's like open close machinery It don't stop to celebrate the scenery And I can tell tomorrow's sure to be Another math test of a day Where no matter how I try My score is never high And the time just pa**es by like empty lines across the page I'm an empty page Well me I'm sending out my own police The president sends troops into the Middle East I guess we'll both k** in the name of peace Well goddamn it feels a lot like war So now we're either terrorists or war machines And we try to fit the world into our TV screens Me I'm adding labels to my own daydreams That I tuck safely in a drawer Sometimes it seems like they get lost inside The horizon of the endless cage I live inside Other times it crushes in so tight my walls collide Pinning all my hopes and dreams down on the floor Sometimes I wish I could just let 'em out It don't help when I'm politely speaking out So now all I can do is scream it out Like I've never done before Like my voice alone could lift me from these bars Stop picking scabs off my own scars I turn my back to shining stars and the comfort of the moon My pain's concealed, like knives could heal these wounds Now I'm walking on a balance beam A soldier aims his gun to keep me playing mean I know I'm two feet from the ground, but in my mind it seems Like the earth's ten thousand feet below But then the truth should come as no surprise The soldier's gun is just a simple disguise 'Cause when you look deep into those tearful eyes You see his dream of letting go Cause I can struggle, I can fight I can try to get it right I can box my mind in tight, but lord I never feel the breeze I cry a song, I fall down on my knees Like a soldier trying to leave his wicked past behind I put my weapons to the ground, but I'm still running blind Looking for the strength to face this damn oppressive mind Tugging at its leash to carry me away So I know sometimes I f** up on these tasks for you And I try to hide these scars behind a mask for you But the blood is there, and all I know to ask of you Is that you love me anyway But their eyes can melt my burning heart to cold again And I'm competing, working, striving for the gold again Sometimes I wish that I were six months old again And I wouldn't need to work to earn my love But no one gets a second chance to live I guess my best bet's to learn how to forgive And keep giving all that I know how to give And hope to god that it's enough And give myself some room to grow outside These tiny boxes of my mind Where the soldier leaves this war behind, and me I offer him my prayer That he'll learn to see, aren't we all beautifully impaired