Hanging by a crossroad, here all by ourselves.
The world just seems so different from what we used to tell.
It could be surprising the more I can recall.
When you’re not expecting the fall.
It’s the days that we’ll remember from the lives we left behind.
In a road that will be ruined (after) time after time.
So, we fall into the memories as we strive for something more
Our days of living never sure.
Standing by a streetlight, people passing by.
Am I tripping backwards?
My pressure is running high
I think I found a new phase cause I‘ve finally figured out
What I’ve been more complacent about.
Like a flame I’m burning out
I don’t want to break anymore.
I’m not good enough for this.
Years have brought me undermined,
I know that I’m ready for more.
Am I good enough for this?