Shrouded

So I guess that I'm defeated or will you tell them i retreated Back to my own world I created because this one is overrated I've seen my share of peaks and valleys been through corn fields and dark alleys Everywhere I've been seems to teach me something new and if I can say nothing else at least I can say I grew And this growth in me continues now never stopping, not sure how Perspective gained through living everyday and with all this new perspective I can pave my own way But I find myself giving advice that I could never follow I tell my friend be whole, while I let myself stay hollow And I'm shrouded in hypocrisy until i can find the rest of me