"Why does my pain look like my pride?"

"Standing alone with no direction;
How did I fall so far behind?
Why am I searching for perfection?
Knowing it's something I won't find.

In my fear and flaws;
I let myself down again;
All because;
I run 'til the silence splits me open;
I run 'til It puts me underground;
'Til I have no breath and no roads left but one.

When did I lose my sense of purpose?
Can I regain what's lost inside?
Why do I feel like I deserve this?
Why does my pain look like my pride?"

Cya.