And the only thing that I know 
Is that I don't know anything 
As the last few weeks will show 
Is that the glory days are far behind me
 I find myself losing my balance
 Because it hurts to hold on Always looking back Always trying to find
 That picture perfect moment where everything started to change 

There's a thought 
There's a line
 Sinking in between the gaps in my brain 
How does every chance and every second pass me by without a trace?
Here we go again trying to organise the future 
When every plan that I suggest just doesn't really seem to suit you 
I've painted these nostalgic stained walls
With a darker shade of pain 

And [bad word] that's way too small 
I look down upon my wrist 
reminder of the instance I made a promise to myself 
To always keep my head up 
And [bad word] this far 
But I'm scared of what's [bad word] 
And the long road ahead 
Will be the final test of strength