An endless haze of better days I once called paradise, they define me Another sound, another song out on the radio Was I so naïve?
Time to see all that the future can bring to my life To be free, just like the mentors who's shoes I once wore Still the world's turning in circles
Pushing me to stay on the grind No more standing in the rain Led me from the path of the blind Words were spoken all in vain Never fit the mold they designed Hard to leave it all behind Forging from a new state of mind I'm the last of my kind
A glorified and justified return to what has been Gotta turn the cheek So many times I saw the signs in total disregard Walked amongst the meek
Time to see all that the future can bring to my life
Pushing me to stay on the grind No more standing in the rain Led me from the path of the blind Words were spoken all in vain Never fit the mold they designed Hard to leave it all behind Forging from a new state of mind I'm the last of my kind
Look in the mirror, there's a madman staring back at me Pretending everything was real and not just fantasy Last - of - my - kind
Pushing me to stay on the grind No more standing in the rain Led me from the path of the blind Words were spoken all in vain Never fit the mold they designed Hard to leave it all behind Forging from a new state of mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
