Leave this place again with pockets full of regrets.I'm 
not sure where the time went but I feel spent from 
chasing sunsets. I watch the cigarette burn itself until 
it's dead. Oh, maybe it knows something that I don't 
know. I'll never see. Lately in my head I prayed for help 
to change my ways. I'm scared to wake up old someday and 
find myself still alone. Break this heart of mine and 
build it back into a star. So I can see straight through 
the star. I'm tired of walking blind.