I've spent 12 months, fighting this illusion of me,
Stuck in the shadows of the person I'm supposed to be,
And lines got blurred somewhere in between,
My father's son and their twisted fantasy,

And I felt empty, what's left of me?

There's a soul, there's a pulse, there's a warrior,
There's a hole where my heart used to be,
Now I'm filling it up with all the things I always said I'd be,
I always said I'd be,

So I let you in, but I'm so scared of what you'll see,
Just skin and bones hiding this monster inside of me,
And I don't need much, I just need a little room to breathe,
And I need you, but I'm not so sure that you need me,

And I felt empty, what's left of me?

There's a soul, there's a pulse, there's a warrior,
There's a hole where my heart used to be,
Now I'm filling it up with all the things I always said I'd be,
I always said I'd be,

There's a soul, there's a pulse, there's a warrior,
There's a hole where my heart used to be,
Now I'm filling it up with all the things I always said I'd be,
I always said I'd be,