Own Grip on Reality

I'm here right now
speaking my mind
i have my own fears
but I'm not backing down this time

I've taken your crap
and all you lies
i buried them six feet under
and wiped the tears from my eyes

I'm not your doormat, anymore
I've picked myself up off the dirty floor
because i don't associate myself
with low scum like i did before

I'm no longer lost in the crowd
I'm in my own land
my shouts are no longer drowned out
by your filthy hand

I'm free from your release
i have my own grip
on my own life
on my own reality...