Out here far from home, across the fruited plains.
Dig my soul for peace, only to find pain.
I now realize no one gives a fuck,
And life is based on what you do.
There's no such thing as luck.
You say you want to see whats on my mind?
Well guess what- you may not like what you find.
Will I live to see another day? Is anybody really there for me?
No one to call. No one to write. My own decision to walk away or fight. I'll make the best of it and conquer everyday,
I'll do the best i can cause that's my only way.
The school of life's experience has taught me not to trust,
For few have got the will to turn away from lust,
Impatient geed and selfish wants, outweighing any loyalties.
Now I travel all alone because I don't want your sympathies.
You say you want to see whats on my mind?
Well guess what? You may not like what you'll find.
Will I live to see another day? Is anybody really there for me?
No one to call. No one to write. My own decision to walk away or fight. I'll make the best of it and conquer everyday.
I'll do the best i can cause that's my only way.
So here I am again all alone,
At the beginning of a long and winding road.
As many thoughts for every mile to go,
Beat on sneakers with worn down soles.
For every memory I keep inside. I'll remember all the times I tried.
I'll remember all the times you lied, I'll remember all the times i cried.