When I write every chorus and every verse,
it paints a picture of a forest
too deep to navigate.
Through all the things I hate,
through everything in my life,
the depression and the strife.
Where does it end?
Do things ever mend?
I'm beginning to comprehend
that I've gone too far off track,
that nothing can bring me back.
And every time I hit dead low,
I find that there's something below.
Is it these problems in my head,
that keep me awake in bed?
Or the sound of your name
echoing around the image
of your delicate frame?
I want to move 800 miles away from all of this
and forget that your name ever crossed my lips.
I've made my far share of mistakes,
been deprived of my fair share of lucky breaks.
I think it's hope in the future,
I think it's hope in things getting better.
My hope is wavering,
that's all I'm saying.
Where does it end?
Do things ever mend?
My hope is wavering,
that's all I'm saying.
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