the story of my life’s been told a million times before
but I can’t run away from it this time
you take a glance; just maybe you would think I have it all
but I can’t show you what it’s like inside
and you, you’d think, that all my mistakes
came true, ‘cause they’re just chances, I’ll take
here’s a story of a boy who can’t seem to play the game
and he’s crying on the inside ‘cause his efforts are in vain.
continue on the road, he watches hopes and dreams pass by
the little boy inside of you, your guilt will cause to cry
is “What?” you’re thinking when you stare me down but don’t ask questions
and this one’s like a scream I’m letting out ‘cause here’s where I stand,
will you understand?
‘cause now I’ve lost the bookmark to the story of my life
I skipped a page and lost my way, but I won’t give up the fight
when there’s nothing left to say, it’s ok to run away
‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again
don’t tell me that I’m morbid, when the rain clouds bring me joy
I’ll wrap my head in imagery and turn it to a ploy
I’ve sat upon this porch and thought from since I can’t recall
and I’ll still be sitting, thinking here when no one’s left to call.
through coping with my failures day by day, I’ll move on faster
don’t judge me by the actions that I take
I can feel lesser, my dreams are greater
‘cause now I’ve lost the bookmark to the story of my life
I skipped a page and lost my way, but I won’t give up the fight
when there’s nothing left to say, it’s ok to run away
‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again. ‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again. ‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again
and you, you’d think, that all my mistakes came true, ‘cause they’re just chances, I’ll take
‘cause now I’ve lost the bookmark to the story of my life
I skipped a page and lost my way, but I won’t give up the fight
when there’s nothing left to say, it’s ok to run away
‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again.
‘cause now I’ve lost the bookmark to the story of my life
I skipped a page and lost my way, but I won’t give up the fight
when there’s nothing left to say, it’s ok to run away
‘cause all alone I’ll make it home again.
I think I need to write more but the song is over now
but I’ll fall into a melody, so I’ll get through somehow
‘cause when I need a friend, there’ll be music in the end
the music keeps on playing in the end. the music keeps on playing in the end. the music keeps on playing in the end.