Dreams - Gideon

I am weak from the weight I carry

I am sick from the poison I’ve been fed

Go ahead judge my ways

You don’t know right from wrong

I will over power this doubt

That you’ve lodged into my soul

I will be myself

When everyone

Tells me to be someone else

Save your words

They fall on deaf ears

Save your words

For the weak

Go ahead and keep pouring this doubt

Into my mind Into my soul

Your words are nothing more

Than the dreams you’ve left unfollowed

Judge my ways

I am sick

I am weak

Save your words

They fall on deaf ears

Save your words

For the weak