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I'm tired.
Cynical and broken, but wiser.
Heavy with a sense of resentment,
but I used to be so much different,
I used to have so much faith
when I started.
You knew that I always meant it.
I knew I could make a difference,
I struggled to be heard
and then finally, one day people started listening.
and I knew it
but as soon as it began it was ruined.
A slow descent from unique to routine,
over and over,
just do it again and this time with feeling.
The spotlight.
The focus on the friends and the feelings.
That made those stupid songs all worth singing.
And don't you say a word
unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed.
So we drove
for what seemed like days
over roads
and four lane highways.
We said all we had to say
and I realized in time that it didn't mean anything.
Never,
not ever again.
Not like that.
It's only a matter of time.
It takes more time than I've ever had,
Drains the life from me,
Makes me want to forget,
As young as I was,
I felt older back then,
More disciplined,
Stronger and certain,
But I was scared to death of eternity,
I was saved by grace,
But destroyed by naivety,
And I lied to myself,
And said it was for the best,
And now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
I've disregarded what I was,
Now that I'm older,
And I know much more than I did back then,
But the more I learn,
The more I can't understand,
And I've become content with this life that I lead,
Where I drink to much and don't believe in much of anything,
And I lie to myself,
And say it's for the best,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come.
Straylight Run will be the death of me yet.
I'm home.
Every time I try to forget, I can't do anything but remember.
Cynical and broken, but wiser.
Heavy with a sense of resentment,
but I used to be so much different,
I used to have so much faith
when I started.
You knew that I always meant it.
I knew I could make a difference,
I struggled to be heard
and then finally, one day people started listening.
and I knew it
but as soon as it began it was ruined.
A slow descent from unique to routine,
over and over,
just do it again and this time with feeling.
The spotlight.
The focus on the friends and the feelings.
That made those stupid songs all worth singing.
And don't you say a word
unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed.
So we drove
for what seemed like days
over roads
and four lane highways.
We said all we had to say
and I realized in time that it didn't mean anything.
Never,
not ever again.
Not like that.
It's only a matter of time.
It takes more time than I've ever had,
Drains the life from me,
Makes me want to forget,
As young as I was,
I felt older back then,
More disciplined,
Stronger and certain,
But I was scared to death of eternity,
I was saved by grace,
But destroyed by naivety,
And I lied to myself,
And said it was for the best,
And now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
I've disregarded what I was,
Now that I'm older,
And I know much more than I did back then,
But the more I learn,
The more I can't understand,
And I've become content with this life that I lead,
Where I drink to much and don't believe in much of anything,
And I lie to myself,
And say it's for the best,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come.
Straylight Run will be the death of me yet.
I'm home.
Every time I try to forget, I can't do anything but remember.