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A
picture perfect world on the outside.
Bruised and broken hearts on the inside.
A
wrecker to a wall, come falling down around.
A
fission in a home waiting for the dawn.
And I
go out at night ‘cuz they fight.
I go
out to hide beneath the light.
The
will go away, drive their separate ways.
They
never turn their heads to see if I found my way.
Spent
some days here and there, or to walk the road.
A new
found balance shook be the guest in the home.
No
place to stand, all the cracked concrete around.
Look
within to find the pillar of light.
I
stayed in at night ‘cuz of fright.
I
stayed in to build up the light, so bright.
No one
will go away, drive their separate ways
They
never turn their heads to say I found my way.
Look around see the happiness on the town,
Look deep there is sadness on the street.
I just sit here and cry. . .
No one sees me sit here and cry. . .
Listen to me cry, to me cry. . .
I
won’t go away, drive my separate way.
‘Cuz
the never tuned their heads to say I found my way.
I go
out at night not to fight.
I go
out to shine my light, so bright.
I will
go away, drive my separate way.
But
they never turned their head to say I found my way.
I will
go away, drive my separate way.
But
they never turned their head to say I found my way.
‘Cuz I don’t want to live here anymore. . .
No I don’t want to live here anymore. . .
No I don’t want to live here anymore, anymore. |
