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Life’s roads continue winding, with every bend and fork I face. I will no longer falter or slow down - these roads will always change. Destiny is shaped by which I take. A blur of white lines guide the way but it’s something that I must face. I’ve been stuck in this town all of my life - everything I long for seems so distant. The only thing that holds me here is family and only the memories can be carried with me. As I walk this path I may feel alone, but while there’s still blood in my veins I will find my way.
I've got to get out; I want to get out. I'll leave this town but I’ll never forget; hold the memories close and swallow regret - leave this town. I’ve got to get out; I need to get out – so sick of routine. These shattered dreams can set me free, I’ll rebuild each piece. Everyone bone in me, screams for release. Leave it all behind. Get me out. Still searching for the right road. Blinding lights and sequenced lines mark the way - I try to keep my sight, lift my chin and keep my head up high. This road I take is silent yet my thoughts resonate, as I try to find direction on a road where slowing down isn’t an option.
There’s no hope of slowing down; feel the wind against your face and follow that road past darkness and hope. It’s a chance we have to take; eventually things will fall into place.
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Just like the sunlight creeping through the window, picking up dust in the air,
It was clear for me to see, you had no idea I was there.
And when the daylight fades and the dust disappears, I will do the same,
You'll never get a rise out of me, and when you're left alone I'm not
gonna' take the blame.
(No, I never once been alone in my life),
I'm not gonna' make a habit of it or get down about it, 'cause what
you did was so, so wrong.
(You need to prioritise more than yourself, and learn from your own mistakes),
And at the end of the day, you've got nothing to say, except you
wished you'd realised sooner.
It's not hard for me to say goodbye,
You can say I'm sorry (but I don't feel sorry for you).
Not a minute was spent, thinking I'd regret,
Not giving you this one last chance again.
(Tell me now, what the hell were you thinking),
When you tried to hold me at the sidelines?
(I've seen everything that in your haste you failed to hide),
You've been wasting my time, and now this is the end.
It's not hard for me to say goodbye,
You can say I'm sorry (but I don't feel sorry for you).
Not a minute was spent, thinking I'd regret,
Not giving you this one last chance again.
So when the sunlight creeps in, and reveals your guilt,
You'll be begging me for forgiveness, I know,
An epiphany of the most basic kind,
It's easy when you try, pursuing my design.
And the day came, for the setting to change,
Is it you or me who should feel guilty?,
I'm not putting up, parting or leaving you with it,
You've been wasting my time, and now,
This is the end.
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