promise to succeed Its not as clear and concise as one would think. Im following my hopes and dreams, and doing what's right for me. A line was drawn and
Pages past and pointed to, lost along the way, never knowing infinity. And only one thing is certain, tragedy. The swell and storm, tides rise and wash
On and on and on" Just hit repeat "On and on and on" One last time "On and on and on" Just hit repeat "On and on and on" And so on... It's in
: (Instrumental)
like me, see what's inside. A scapegoat for reasons why, and wishes washed away. At times like these, I guess best for us this way. Upset and forgotten
perpetual ending. Shout and shiver, along side the "too far gones" and the "never weres." Fighting the war within has never felt so good. Clawing and
tragically. Or curse the tide and shun the sun. Become a black sheep with me. Follow a flock inside to assemble, and rally. Or fight the flow, and light
vain. The sonnace sent out, sometimes, more pacifying than words will ever be. Distractions so far away from here. Concentrated, but not complaining by any means. Lost and
ready cuz bravery means more to me than just fighting Shoot and kill, its dead and gone. Now please just forget me. Famous or, infamous I've made my mark and
there's more to this story, we'll never fade, and our arms will forever have these scars. Set a course, through sand and storm. Never fearful, and
I've never been so proud. So far ahead, are the things we dread, I'll live in this moment. Nowhere but here. No one but us. Days will pass and nights will come and
to get you through. So once again I'll yell some sad, sorry, and not so sympathetic story, a long list of letdowns and loves lost. I'll only let it
I promise to succeed Its not as clear and concise as one would think. Im following my hopes and dreams, and doing what's right for me. A line was drawn and
and kill, its dead and gone. Now please just forget me. Famous or, infamous I've made my mark and this is where I stand. I have heard bravery is a ghost
