Far, But Close Enough

Coming in close,
Leaving here wounded. [x2]

The heat's burning me slowly,
The effort's lacking as always,
Putting pressure where there's none needed,
Drowning in my own disasters,
Everything shall come crashing,
But this flower in my hand grows strong.

Coming in close,
Leaving here wounded.[x2]

Always trying to do too much,
Pleasing others ain't so bad,
Spinning and spinning, my own carousel,
I care too much; my blatant errors,
Strike me now, I'm striking out,
You see me now, I must be doing something right.

Coming in close,
Leaving here wounded. [x2]

Carrying it all on my shoulders,
Piecing together what's been broken,
Opened eyes, I will never breakdown,
Never surrender, never backdown,
If you haven't been wounded,
Then you're not trying.

Coming in close,
Leaving here wounded.

Nothing makes sense now,
Give it some time
And everything will clear up,
Nothing good comes out of rushing,
Thinking about what went wrong,
Thinking about everything else.

Coming in close.