This feeling

Show me all the reasons why the air is always dead
The infections being spread,
Never take what you're being fed

All the time and seasons, is it worth all of the stress,
Always being second guessed?
What's this feeling in my chest?

So tell me
They won't get off my mind
So I just waste my time

So tell me
Who commit this crime,
Tell them it's not mine

No one ever chooses to be blinded by the hype,
Always using my own sight,
Are you losing to the night?

It's the same excuse that finds your way out of this fight,
Always fueled by my own light,
You're nothing new, I've seen your type.

So tell me
They won't get off my mind
So I just waste my time

So tell me,
Is it a crime to shine?
There's never time to climb.

And I don't mind, the path I took
The question is the waste of time
They're not my kind, can't stand to look
Should I go and leave this all behind?

No I don't mind, the path I took
Should I go and leave this all behind?

And I don't mind, the path I took
The question is the waste of time
They're not my kind, can't stand to look
Should I go and leave this all behind?