Are there still roads left to wander, how much more can I take?
A weary mind left to wonder, how much more till I break?
The plan was always no plan, and the way out wasn’t through,
Maybe I deserved less than I wanted, but more than I knew,
As we lose hope where we place our faith, in souls we price to sell,
And seek solace in the warm embrace of lies we never tell,
So tell me what you told me then, I need to hear you say,
Come find me where I’ve always been, and make it all ok,
Because the words we left unspoken meant more than I ever knew,
And if it couldn’t have been heaven, then why couldn’t it be you?