everyone goes through a little pain 

keep watching and follow me the guilt 

that your going to give to me is never going 

to leave something new and i don't relate 

can't hang around for long a stone unturned 

every missing word disillusioned i've become 

this ain't the way it's supposed to be this 

time i think i'll let it lay another day to 

drown i'm tired and my patience thin keep 

feeding off the bone some say that it's 

impossible to stop and smell the rose going 

out with a bang next time don't know what i'll 

be next year a few hours south and the air is 

green maybe something new is there it has to 

work this time around or i'll trade it in for 

sure everything for me myself and 

i this time come first