there's a world outside my front door

[[another lyrics post]]

I don’t ask for a lot

No nothing more than I need

Because I love what I got

Don’t need to play the lottery

I just want to be strong

At the end of the road

I don’t want to hold on

I want the strength to let go

The age of man is over

A darkness comes to all

These lessons that we've learned here

Have only just begun

I'll give you all I have

It isn't much, not much at all.

But, a heart that's not worth breaking

Isn't worth much, not at all

Knocked down round for round

You're feelin like you're shot down on the ground

You got no where else to go

And you're lost within your own home

Tryin so hard to win

You keep trying it's embarrassing

And how, you don't even know 

But you know you're off the tracks

This ain't where it's at

My friends will second that

And I gotta admit, sometimes it's pretty sad

But it's like we're our own brat pack

We're always kickin back

And nobody can take that 

And that is that it's like it's all we have?

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest 

Don't you cry no more

And all the struggles and honorable mentions,

That pave our history we're all of my attention.

It's just surrounding you,

I forget all that has used me, bruised me,

Roaming on the thrill.

And I know it's not too sexy

That I'm singing about the blessings we get

When we give up ourselves for something good

It would be bigger than a promotion, motion-motion-motion

Because nothing matters

Just tell yourself

Again and again and again

Nothing matters

But what we offer in love

In my life, I have seen,

People walk into the sea,

Just to find memories,

Plagued by constant misery,

Their eyes cast down,

Fixed upon the ground,

Their eyes cast down

For this dance we'll move with each other. 

There ain't no other step than one foot, 

Right in front of the other.

Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out

Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now

We are God of stories, but please tell me

What there's to complain about.

We cut ties, we tell lies, we hate change

And we wanna claim where we feel

We take toes, we rake yours, yea, we dig holes

And we're digging right in your fears

I'm just a face for every picture,

a smile for your scrap-books,

and a story to be told, and told, but I'm

but I'm loving every second

so commemorate this hour,

as the last I spend regretting what I have.

**please note that this is a compilation of several songs, not just one really weird song. I listen to all of these and more on a daily basis, and a couple of these segments have defined who I am. I love music, annd I always will :))