The brave soul and the hurt soul both plunge into darkness they are the same except the brave soul has hope and he will swim to the shadowy depths and withdraw the hurt and breath hope into his lungs and make the hurt, brave so that he may dive again for the right reasons.
If love at first sight exists, and in nearly nine thousand, five hundred days of life, I've looked at millions, possibly billions, of faces, then am I love blind, or just missing what's staring straight at me?
It's been a long road, from nothing, to something, a long road, but I'm certain, of one thing, I loved you, and I always will, gotta swallow this bitter pill, cos it hurts but, it's better to feel, and the hurt will, help me to heal.
Goodbye, my friend, Goodbye, my kindred.
It's been a slow road, from nothing, to something, a slow road, gotta keep this, blood pumping, My heart is, gonna keep on...
I'm content, with the content, of my life, I'm content, with the strength, in my strife,
And I know, that you're not, all too pleased, With the time, that you spent, to appease.
Finding the monster inside of my mind, killing with fire until it is blind, All I can see is the end of the road, where I leave you drifting to reap what you sewed, Too many pieces to bring back to one, time to digest and concede what you've done, the burning desire that drove you away, has...