Days have come
Days have past but
Here we are stuck in our tracks
Too scared to move
Cant see ahead
Sometimes I feel I'm better off dead
Its hard to see the forest when your lost within the trees
But fly straight as the crow would do and live this life with ease
Pump the breaks
Left behind
My will to finish whats inside
But what it seems just a dud
Looks like I'm one more stick in the mud
Its hard to see the forest when your lost within the trees
But fly straight as the crow would do and live this life with ease