you try so hard to build this up
but it always brings you down
you try so hard to live it up
but it always comes around

what if tomorrow it
all comes down
and everyone falls to the ground
and when the sun sets you look around
and everyone's lost their crown

I've been working at these knots for a long time
Trying to find what I'm tied to the tightest
Fist full of confidence
Fistful of of all my possessions and what could be

Moving on my way
Moving on my way
And all the world seems to move with me

I've been keeping my

ten finger fist
in a room that's full of silence
in a world that cries to sleep
i say goodnight
as i rest beneath the sirens
and i pray my soul to keep

coz tonight you'll feel everything
tonight you won't sleep

so send my best regards
to those who cry holl

waiting for a reason
watching the seasons change
when will it be alright?
when will it seem less strange?

i see the similar differences
surfacing again
i know i'm reliving instances
i put behind me

loving one direction
loving with nothing returned
livi

so-long to good old yesterday
it's been real but time will not stand still
so-long to good old apathy
it's been real but now you see that all this is dead

you'll see
its everything... you'll never be
you'll see
its everything... you'll never be
this time
it'

pushing outward and seeping in
no one's falling
it's left within

time keeps on tickin' away
smile when you see today
take one more step away
tomorrow turns into today

and face the night
hold your breath,
take one more step to light

crossing four line

20 minutes to showtime
A face in perfect pain
His nerves are shot and his eyes closed tight
He leaves his problems for rainy days
No one should have to fight this hard
With struggles in the form of friends
To pick a poison is easier said
When a person will not pretend

the last days approaching, drawing nearer, searchin' for an answer to save your soul, confusion now befriends you, there's no time left to think, hoping that tomorrow will still be a hero,
standing at the judgement seat, preparing your confession, you begin to speak but find a loss of words,

Does it hurt to be alone?
Coz i can't do this on my own
It's getting late
Tomorrow will be like the last
Built on sand inside a glass
Time will tell if it will pass
It's getting late
Tomorrow will be like the last
Tomorrow will be like the past

Why do we run

hear my cries, and fix my eyes, into Your Word, it must be heard, if You flow in me, then You will set me free, be in my mind, 'cause i've been i've been so blind
in myself i have wandered away, seek Your lost and guide them Your way,
and let my soul live, and i will praise You i will, l

look at her another way
shes seen too many rainy days
everyone has gone away
but still she stands

burn your flag of mockery
why is it so hard to see
everyone was meant to be
more than me

and its all within her reach
and still she stands
its all within

i'm alright with this
choosing to exist
and i will savor every second
i will make it through
just knowing You
and i am willing to cement it

now it's so clear and so near
that i can never turn my back in shame

it doesn't get better than this
falling behind

as days are getting shorter, and nights won't seem to end, when every step that i take is just a wound to mend, i look over my shoulder, you've seen what i've become, how can You still look me in the eyes and call me son
You lift me up, You dust me off, You tell me everything will be okay

see for yourself and take a look up close
take a trip down to the southern coast
the roads to rome and the powers that be
all point to the angel by the sea

lost angeles
how do you handle this?
you put the stars in my eyes
you told me dreams never die
but you lef

the less i become
the more you're becoming
my name next to nothing
i'm followed closer in the steps i lead
one in front of the other
carrying me
and burying me

i want you to be
the beacon on my sea
the change in me
i want you to see
my softer side

you moved on without me
one day we'll see things the same
feeling sorry i ever felt this way
feeling sorry with no one else to blame

time on my side and a head full of dreams
that no one understands but me
i'm feelin' fine with this head full of dreams
and no one un

there's nothing more to you, than earthly flesh and empty bones, still searchin' for nothing, I'm face down and all alone
show Me everything, give Me all you've got, reveal mysteries, and mountains will bow at your name
shackles fall to my feet, a thousand pounds lift from my back, scale

I can't see all around
But on familiar ground
I hear a softer sound
Over and over it said,
"Whisper these words for me
Revive dead poetry
And they will surely see,"
Over and over again

Time will see it through
Time will make us new

I can't take all of

writing a novel, a hundred thousand pages, about the things that she's been through, there's no ending, but she's tired of waiting, for shattered dreams to come true
is that what i wanted, is that what i needed, for her open wounds, to go on untreated
lookin' in her eyes, seeing more tha

close your eyes, remember nothing that you've seen, time again, drowning in hostility, paint your skies, and run into that empty scene, spread your wings and lock your hands in unity, unity
wipe the sleep from your eyes, dry the tears you have cried, breathe the breaths you have sighed, open