The Knight In the Squire’s Imagination

[Verse]
Hold on for a sign
Here, where I wanted to be left alone
Soon they will come
The things they expect are many
Will I break apart or can I don that armor once again?
Each time seems it will be my last
I wouldn't trade what I've done and where I've been for anything but I wonder if there's still time for this to work on me
Maybe I waited too long to be who I wanted
Or maybe I was wrong and it's OK after all
All this time, I couldn't tell the difference between what it means to be really happy and an act
Will I ever see a way around this?
Will I ever get what I need to escape what I am?