As I sit and ponder all the things comin' The future's vastness has me feel so undone My heart beats fast, my palms are slick with sweat The fear of the unknown, a weight I can't forget
The future looms dark a bleak world's waiting ahead Where hope and joy buried and dead Fears grip tight like a vice
And all left behind's a roll of the dice The world has crumbled and fallen Replaced by chaos and sadness, it's appalling We struggle to find a light glimmer In a world where the day's like a night
Fears grip tight like a vice Buried and dead Fears grip tight like a vice
The sun has no the power to shine And all the left is a constant decline We march on, our heads hung low No direction, nowhere to go
The what-if's and the maybes, taking over endlessly What if I fail, what if I fall, what if I'm never enough The worry is never-ending roughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
