If the mind is like a battleground, I aint even in the frontline.
I'm hiding in the background, these thoughts aint even mine.
They tremble into battle with their faithful leader in the back.
I offer nothing but cheerful words of all the things they lack.
Only now I see what they really need is me out in the front.
The problem is I've never been the one to bear the brunt.
I'm the one who's lacking here, how I wish to follow through.
I just can't help but think... maybe I'm meant to follow you.