change of speed, a change of style.
 change of scene, with no regrets,
 chance to watch, admire the distance,
 Still occupied, though you forget.
 Different colours, different shades,
 Over each mistakes were made.
 I took the blame.
 Directionless so plain to see,
 loaded gun won't set you free.
 So you say.
 We'll share a drink and step outside,
 An angry voice and one who cried,
 'We'll give you everything and more,
 The strain's too much, can't take much more.'
 I've walked on [bad word] through fire,
 Can't seem to feel it anymore.
 It was me, waiting for me,
 Hoping for something more,
 Me, seeing me this time,
 Hoping for something else.