a couple years ago, I came face to face with the Death of Love
cuz I Pressed my Luck and somewhere along the way I Messed it Up
I Guess I Must have Said Enough to kill happiness Ahead of Us
my heart was calling out for me, maybe I should have Kept in Touch
the Stress it cuts me so deep that I spend my days Gettin' Buzzed
your seeing the Progression Of the man that I Never Was
or Will Be, label me Guilty, as I find ways to Deal with the Pain
it'll be worth the hurt, if I can somehow stop Feeling so Strange
I was looking for answers but a harsh reality is All I Found
the highest Walls Surround me and now they're Fallin' Down
I don't Care ta know that the end feels like it's Very Close
There I go, on my own Fairly Froze cuz the Air is Cold
but I keep walking the thin line between Dispair and Hope
whenever I shut my eyes, I'm forced to Stare at Ghosts
some may laugh at that but it's far from Hysterical
it's a product of a Terrible world, your not Prepared to Know