Breaking through

I started falling as if I never had a grip.
Moving on isn't easy, nothing that matters ever is

Looking back on everything, I had the world in front of me.
Spent most my nights fearing change, but what's the use?
Bury me with my youth

How is accepting this so impossible?

Have I lost my youth
Or am I breaking through?
Will I face the truth that I'm losing all of you

I started thinking, am I out of line or just out of time?
What makes you think this is easy?
When I have poison on mind

Back then, there wasn't more to me than a problem with authority
I could handle anything but the truth
Bury me with my youth

So many nights spent jumping fences
Drunk and reckless
Everything is changing in front of me
So I'll take chances
I'll take my chances now

Am I breaking through?