there are things in my past, i care not to dwell on.
things i would kill to change. i'll take my chances on the future
and deal with the problems at hand.
face the facts of dreams fading in the distance.
seemingly poetic in the glare of the sun

we trust in all the friends that surround us
to pull us through the trouble we face
left alone, to fend for yourself
give it all that you've got

let go of all that you hold close, to your heart, now that
we realize our efforts are all a waist

getting caught up in the moment,
impulses raging and stealing our breath
everything we fought to live for
burning our bridges and loosing our way

stuck in the spaces between hope and doubt
reaching for arms to help pull you out
no one will come when you need them at best
they've all moved and left you in the past