Speak of the years of growing weary..
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Speak of the years of growing weary
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
I feel oh so over, come
With enough, time
To turn it all around
And I'm picture perfect
See the way, I've come
A sick sicker, illustration
My eyes roll back and focus, on what today
I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on
