Sometimes its easier to run other times its better to fight The question that bothers me the most is am I wrong or right Lost enough faith in justice that I guess I just make my own I don't have to but I made that choice I guess I face it alone The light has lost its glitter and the wine has become cheap And here I stand picking myself up from the lovers leap I guess it gets easier the more practice that you can get Such a gamble finding a standard is like raising the bet So lets not hang on to what might have been could have been As the winds blow on as of now that will be that was then (cc1) So shall I be angry at the world again Or do I lay my head down to rest I am tired of fighting and tired of the run I guess these are the questions to ask In real life I stood on the hill the other night and yelled out loud Maybe not to be heard but maybe to feel the sound Sometimes the question boils inside my head like a sea I guess everyone is out there and looking for something So scared to cry out and yet too afraid to hold it all in A grudge becomes sacred and forgiveness becomes sin A bullet to the brain sounds like a prayer for the brave to die And strength sounds like a calling for the weak mind Reality brings reality of pain has a way of gouging ya Now I know the meaning of the truth of nostalgia (repeat cc1) I can't change it I can't change it Can't change the world Can't change the ways Can't change my mind Can't change the past Can't change it in real life_______________________
WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE