I'll write another cheap verse
To crown the pile on the floor
It might mean anything tonight
And no one needs to find out
I'll write another cheap verse
This is my last one
I promise, I swear
I am sorry for letting you down
Again
See, I'm just a man, who tries too hard to stand on his feet
Not falling on the knees
That I forgot there is something above them
And something always kept me from sharing my dreams
As if I dared to shape them with words
They would crumble away and leave me with fear
That I have been always running from
When all of your deeds
Were re-assembled in sweat by me
I can't find a way
To blame someone else
To walk alone is to walk with honor
Because you won't be walking for long [x3]
Same old frail ode
To the past
We are not raising glasses this time [x2]
I guess we all have a favorite role
And what scares me the most
Is that I found my own
In the pursuit of a reason for death
But if you don't have one, what's your life really worth?
The heart above the head
The thing that counts the most
When there's nothing left to gein
You walk away
The heart above the head
The thing that counts the most
When there's nothing left to gein
Be honest
