The Wandering

I am nobody's hero Spent all of my years justifying answers I didn't believe (I blindly believed.) Now I'm empty and unsure of who I am and what I'm for I've heard that never questioning made me A martyr But I don't want to die for this Even though the things I let define my life Don't mean a thing to me anymore Without this jail to confine my life I am nothing but a wretch without a home Don't tell me I'm missing out I never want to drop to the depths of your golden heart This is existence; all I want to do is live Its all I want to do But I have been too scared to try One day I'm gonna leave But before I go I'll leave something behind No one ever left for me to know I wanna leave you thinking But not that this was ever about you But oh, this is about me I know I need to change I'm sorry if this hurts for you to hear But I'm free and I won't be sorry for the mess I'm in This is the cross I built, this is the burden that I chose So through my struggle, I will soldier on I don't need a mortal man to approve this fractured faith of mine Even if that means I am nobody's hero So keep your rituals and kings, and I'll keep on wandering I am not what you think, I am nobody's hero (Sorry if this hurts for you to hear.)