So what? I've been knocked down a million times, and seen my fair share of the floor. All I know is this is all I've really wanted and thought about since 2004. This dream means the world to me so I'll give all that I have. I'll do anything I can just to see this story end. I'm on my way, and I've got something left to prove: that these so called wasted days were not all in vain. We won't ask for much. We're just a couple kids who lost. Our lives are on the line; with luck we'll be here next fall. And I guess one day we'll all move on, but that day won't come 'til we're dead and gone. I guess this all started with a guitar in my garage, and it's never gonna stop while there's air still in my lungs. I breathe for this. Memories fade away. Someday, all our lives may change. At least we've got today.