Walk, walk, walking, step, step, pace pace
Shoes wear down, I'm wearing my shoes.
Soles are all gone, those soles of my soul I sold to the devil for love.
Love to hate, hate to love.
The circle
The shape of my heart, my heart hurts
No pain
Paint the window pane with a picture so familiar just to hide the unfamiliar
Faces
Face the reality, they think
Thinking wrong.

TV isn't a reality, the news isn't real, new news is never news.
Just **** i already knew.
I knew we should have handed the gift  to give a gift of hope
For the best
Hoping for the world, a chance to rest
Hoping for peace
Hoping for more hope to hope the things that need the most hope
Hope, for a new pair of shoes