I've said this, done this, heard this
Before...
but i get it now
history repeats
like the chorus to songs
I'm a fluent verse in the worlds melody
And while you press the keys to make harmony
The bass is creating and composing tragedy
let your eyes wander
cause a stand still view is nothing to the vast world
Your probably lost
but your the not the only one
I've just begun
to see that the path that life sets out for us
is not the path we have to take
And the friends we make do sometimes tend to be fake
Hell sometimes we hate ourselves for what we've become today
Let god do what he does but to me he's already to late
Cause I'm lost now, so what good is his faith...
