Have you ever fought hard to live, but you know you’re gonna die.
Holding on to the cold hard truth, with tears streaming down your eyes.
Living past the pain and strife, wanting nothing more than a chance at life,
But the life you once remembered has given way to pain.
Wanting to live more life in a single day, than most do in the parade
That they call their simple lives when they can’t find their way back home.
Clutch my hand if you can, please believe in who I am,
Don’t let go a single day, for if you do I am damned.
I want to hold the truth, the belief that I’m not a joke
To see the end inside my mind, so I can go back home.
So I can go back home.
So I can go back home.
