| I’ve told you before, that these are the days we will always remember
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| So keep your chin up and power through
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| I’ve kept a clear perception of the path I’ve chosen to take
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| By never straying too far from the blueprints that we made
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| I’ve always been one to dwell on the past
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| My mistakes haunt every step
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| Lately it’s been hard to find a reason in anything
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| I tried so hard yet still I wait
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| This can’t be it
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| There has to be more than this
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| So I’ll go, I’ll carry on
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| Searching for a sense of purpose, trying to find where I belong
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| Am I a ghost of the man I used to be?
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| Buried deep within my past, I’d give it all to live my dreams
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| I’m so tired of fearing the worst
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| Trying so hard to decipher is this a blessing or a curse?
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| I can’t be the only one who’s scared of being alone
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| My friends stand tall beside me, yet this isolation grows
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| It grows
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| Now I know just how it feels
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| When the whole world has shut you out
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| And seems to leave you with nothing
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| Lying bitter and broken
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| Always expecting the worst
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| So I’ll go, I’ll carry on
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| Searching for a sense of purpose, trying to find where I belong
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| So I’ll go, I’ll carry on
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| Searching for a sense of purpose, trying to find where I belong
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| Am I a ghost of the man I used to be?
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| Buried deep within my past, I’d give it all to live my dreams
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| I never tried to find my place
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| I just kept running and running away
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| Hiding from the truth within
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| When did these condescending thoughts begin?
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| Time will wash its hands of me and leave my ashes scattered in the deep
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| I could’ve learnt from past mistakes, but is there really a right path to take?
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| I never tried to find my place
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| I just kept running and running away
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| Hiding from the truth within
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| When did these condescending thoughts begin?
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| Time will wash its hands of me and leave my ashes scattered in the deep
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| I could’ve learnt from past mistakes, but is there really a right path to take? |