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I've had enough of all these empty words! |
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This is not me giving up; this is me letting go |
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When hope is gone there's nowhere left to run |
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I'm not running anymore; this is where |
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I stand my ground! |
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For far too long complacency has been my only friend |
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And left me with sleepless nights that never seem to end |
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My god when did |
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I become so heartless? |
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This can't be what |
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I've been living for! |
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I swore this fire would never burn out |
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These days |
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I see it lingering |
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Where are the hands that |
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I have come to trust? |
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This means to much to me to let slip through my hands |
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And even when my strength fails me |
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I will still stand |
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I will not be pushed aside |
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Hopelessness and emptiness have no place in me |
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This may be the death of me, so be it |
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I swore this fire would never burn out |
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These days |
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I see it lingering |
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Where are the hands that |
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I have come to trust? |
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For so long |
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I wish that this cup could be passed from me |
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But now I am starting to see it has been what set me free |
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And even though |
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I may not understand why |
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I walk down this bitter path, full |
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Of my regret |
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I can trust that |
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I am never alone |
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I am never alone |
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I am never alone |