everyone goes through a little pain keep watching and follow me the guilt that your going to give to me is never going to leave something new and i don't relate can't hang around for long a stone unturned every missing word disillusioned i've become this ain't the way it's supposed to be this time i think i'll let it lay another day to drown i'm tired and my patience thin keep feeding off the bone some say that it's impossible to stop and smell the rose going out with a bang next time don't know what i'll be next year a few hours south and the air is green maybe something new is there it has to work this time around or i'll trade it in for sure everything for me myself and i this time come first