The rise and fall of one life in a passing phrase. They've
tried to sum it up but
they've always failed. Never
look down on experience
you've gained. Torn
photographs, still the
picture remains, because I think and so therefore I am.
Start to rebuild, write my
own master plan. When we just
don't know who'll save the
day, waiting for someone to
take us away. And those
shades that once seemed oh so
clear, three words dropped
like stone settled dust re-
appears. So lets take the plunge, we'll start today.
Everyone seems to step out of the way.
Everyone seems to step back
from my life, first sign of
strife. Clawed to shade just
cause to save, they'll
decline, Firing Line.
The world you see is the
world I want, and all the
mistakes are the frames we'll
cut. New energy was taken up,
the fingers were pointed, it
just fell off. Stole it then
pointed it North, the only
way we're going is up. Stole
it then pointed North for what?
Started out great then her
eyes fell to shade got to buy
some more time then the light
hid it's rays.
