Say it again.
Listen to how it sounds...

All this
emotion welled up...

This punk knows he wants to tell,
But tell her the truth? He will not...

As we walk down the road of life
we think...

I desire my death and all the spirits within,
I strike my fears and all is finished again...

We all have choices
in a secret life...

When it strikes like a moving truck,
The pain lingers close...

I'm truly sad to say,
That you won't get your way...

If a person is meant to be a way,
But when they do...

And the day may come,
that I forget it all...

Were walking down the road of life and we come...

Run,
Come on...