life left to go.
Sometimes the edge serves as more than a friend
than you thought it would be.
And the pages you write in your journal each night, are your only release
And the mask you put on it's like words in a song, but there's more to be seen
And the failures you see don't seem failures to me here at all...
Alone as you walk through the crowd and it's awkward like nobody sees.
And you can't help but wonder would anyone come after you if you'd leave.
So a pain grows inside, and that fear comes alive - like you'll never be free
But there's no pain you feel that i know love can't heal here at all....
[safetysuit, life left to go]