Paroles de Eustace

Who am i without this hope? you're holding on, i'm letting go. and so i drift out of control; a tragedy without your hope. (who am i without this
Hope?)... progress is getting away, but i still see it, and i will follow. what would become of me if i stayed here? i'd rather not know... knock me down,
Please knock me down; i'm better off when i'm on the ground. you say so much without a sound; i'd hear you more if i'd just slow down.