The Verge

No need to explain cause I know your story You're making your claims to have the guts and glory Your sad, sad, sadly mistaken Your steady mistakes give me a bloody rush We burn at the stake while you keep pressing your luck You're sad, sad, sadly mis

I won't feel the rain the falling sorrow that guides our lives Hope will only take you so far through the darkness and into the light Our intentions eroding But what is the point of all this caring if all the roads are broken if all the paths lead to