When, not matter what you choose-
You'll always find you'll loose.
People arn't the same,
and somehow God has lost that touch.
You feel like your getting old and
theres no reason to be bold
and such.
But it's still hard to see
Such a grown man cry
But as much as I dont like leaving
I do hate staying around-
Because your head is always turned
your ears are always closed-
to my protests
Tell me this boy,
when I come back here will you remember my name?
Cause the time is always flying
And I will never stay the same.
Did you know that those old dusty
trails, that we must have travelled a thousand times...
lead to nowhere at all
and loving you never got me anywhere either.
I still believed in us, but the world has forced me to change.
