Lonely tears of devestation,
only comfort those of imagination,
wanting to be, endlessly what we're not.
I'd rather imagine myself bold,
a good person at heart, but this is a lie,
so with this corpse I must restart.
Restarting my life, will not be easy.
Making a twist in the chain, and reeling it back in...
Oh how hard it will be, I know that it will,
'cause by changing yourself,
you must always look to the sky.
This be troubling, when your head's always down,
depression tears at my thoughts, and want's me not to try.
But going forward is better than backward,
because the way I'm going now I can't predict the future.
Where will I end up? I've got no clue.
A bum on the street just looking for coin?
Or as a fat lard working in fast food?
Unless I change myself, I know this will come true.
I must release this anger, but control it all the same,
I must change myself around, or I'll give up and die alone.
So this is my vow, to make a change,
In myself and others, I must do this for me,
If the car won't turn on, I have to get out and push it.
And now here I am, writing this promise,
remorse in my heart, and blood pounding my heart.
My vow,
My vow,
can I live up to it? I wonder now.
