everyone goes through a little pain    keep watching and follow me the guilt    that your going to give to me is never going    to leave something new and i don't relate    can't hang around for long a stone unturned    every missing word disillusioned i've become    this ain't the way it's supposed to be this    time i think i'll let it lay another day to    drown i'm tired and my patience thin keep    feeding off the bone some say that it's    impossible to stop and smell the rose going    out with a bang next time don't know what i'll    be next year a few hours south and the air is    green maybe something new is there it has to    work this time around or i'll trade it in for    sure everything for me myself and    i this time come first