Heart’s strapped with medals and threads of valour

Momentarily wishing, make peace with the present, cough up the last of the anguish

You’re tangled in the roots, Streets paved with grey stone, the house you spent time alone

Buying my time, taking my place in the system, if it’s what you want I’ll run the race

One of these day’s I won’t wake up, clouded with the name I’ve made for myself

One of these day’s I won’t be left hanging in the balance

Tangled and swinging the pressure sets in and I’m gone, it’s hard to see, with your eyes sewn shut

If the grass was greener on the other side just know I would have been there all the time

Get this jagged knife out of my side, it’s been twitching and tearing my life, to shreds

The days go by wishing I had the time, I put everything on the fucking line

Just for a breath of fresh air, just for someone to care

But you were all too clueless to know what the world worked like

Have we all been left behind? Take me back to this hell, I call home

Have we all been left behind? Take me back to this hell, I call home

Sell your soul! Give it up because you’re fucking out of luck

Hold your own! What do you expect? When I’m here left in the ditch…

Say your piece! It gets me nowhere but I can write it down at least

Still hanging in the balance, still so weak…

There was no remorse in their eyes, Find your own purpose

See past all this... Someday!

I won’t be there to help you

No I won’t be there to help you