zechariah

So what are all these memories, swirling in my head. could they just be all the prayers I wish I'd never said. could they be the songs I never wrote, screams I never let escape my throat, dreams I forgot to fall asleep for, or just episodes of shows i never watched before. I guess you could say Im strange that way, guess you could look down on me, and call me plain. I guess if you really want, you can chase me down, carry me away to a dark place alone where Im never seen again.

so this looks like the end
this is where it all begins
this is where time runs out
this is where we are run in

so what do you think you are doing, where do you think you are. it seems your making your move but you arent getting very far. every step you seem to take, makes you look a mile away, every morning you wake up, seems just like yesterday. the life you pretend to live is not the one you lead, no matter how much you want it, you wont win no matter how hard you plead. im sorry friend you just cant win, kick and fight all you want, you'll never be seen again

so this looks like the end
this is where it all begins
this is where time runs out
this is where we are run in

so this looks like the end
this is where it all begins
this is where time runs out
this is where it has to end.