walk on

its sad the way i like the rush
its watered down all corrupt
sick and loose, i lost a step
i like the way it feels to lose
is it still losing with nothing left?
i suppose its not, but who could tell?
i stuck inside a prison cell
hope is weak and will is faded
is it a crime when its already fated?

cut the strings that waste my time
call it quits and draw vague lines
proclaim my freedom to the clouds
but no one hears an empty sound

its all so sick, why cant i settle?
make the valleys and the mountains level
i stand up top, above the world
the air is thin, the wind will swirl
whipping all the way through my skin
the cold is thick and I am thin
the top is lonely
i am phony
no one ever let me win...

how does God let me live?
i wonder how to be like Him
i feel like such a waste of life
... and some stupid girl.... has made me see the light

i tumble down
the mountain side
i bite down hard and really try
to somehow enjoy this ride

the truth is clear and i must fall
if i am to ever rise at all
i am not a father, but a son
there are many mountains not just one