And now that all these years have passed by, and I realize you're gone. Your memory remains, but your spirit has been sold. Misaligned, your goals defined
It seems my youth has outgrouwn me, I'm stuck in a place where I don't want to be. Old friends houses, where they once lived, cuz they all grew up and
Thins are looking fine, maybe on the outside. The season's stirring me and I can't control my instincts. Emotions blocked out, I left you strung out
Empty shadows, blinding lights, swallow what we have today. Hope and anticipation becomes endless tragedy. What is left but reality? Spirits left to
We question our minds, we question our souls. Stumbling in the dark, running into walls. Everyone's so quick to give answers, but those answers are
between two thin lines and the future looks unsettling. Regre, threatening my mind, no way of stopping, or taking back the time. This is all we've got. Look at where I am, question
Sometimes I feel like we've given all we've got, and I'm tired of pretending I'm something that I'm not. So what's the point if it's not the turth? Different
