Narrator: However you interpret, his thoughts are still concerning He knows he isn't perfect, but he still acted sincere It took him more than a year, but he's finally learning Tell me, was he deserving, of all the bone chilling fear? - He entertained his demons, found someone to believe in He exercised his reason, then fully wrote out his route With all the nonsense he spouts, and then gives it a meaning Honestly it's demeaning, but it diminishes doubt - His dreams were overly grand, and harder than he had planned He works as hard as he can, but still gets labeled a liar He got too close to the fire, and wound up burning his hand Now he's digging up the land, since he feels so low it's dire - Now step back into his head, we've reached our tales last chapter Now lets jump two months ahead, and see all he was after MikelWJ: I think I lost my purpose, I'm feeling a little worthless My heart feels like a wound, so I cover it with curses I say “f**” “sh**” “Damn” like it makes me a man It makes me feel like a sham, since I don't know who I am I hide my blooming insecurities with ego and pride With the looming understanding that I'm dying inside It seems whenever I get better, the next fall's always worse Always deeper than the last, symptoms always adverse I take a step out of the valley every verse that I write I see a little more light, The past is all thats in sight So if I get through the night, I pray to God that I'm better I pray he finds my missing pieces and he glues together Look at the signs in the weather, we're both acting bipolar Because I'm only feeling clouds, with the sun on my shoulder How can I hold it together, If I've never seen an example Why do I get asked for more, when what I gave them is ample? I don't know... I don't know… Jacquie: Hey Michael, is everything okay? You've been acting really quiet lately Michael: Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little distracted, but I don't see why that matters to you? Jacquie: Don't be a f**ing a**hole when I'm just trying to help you relax Michael: Maybe I really don't want anyones help right now. So if you would stop trying to pry, I would really appreciate it Jacquie: Goddamn, you think you know everything and you act like you never do anything wrong nowadays. You can't tell me that this same Michael that I met in High School Michael: I'm exactly the same as in High School Jacquie: Thats a f**ing lie. You change just as much as your mood, so don't even try to deny that Michael: Can you just leave me alone for a little bit, please? Jacquie: Not until you tell me what's going on with you. What happened to the old you? What happened to how you used to be so caring? What happened to you teaching people with depression that they can easily Rise Above?