The further I run
The more than I've become
Weightless and numb to the hurting
Worries and fears hold no gravity here
It's the only place
It all makes sense to me
Everyone thinks at some point if what they are doing has any meaning or not. And, as a rule, this is inevitable.
Battles won and victory cheers,
Were the sounds I'd heard for years?
But the woman I really loved,
Was losing me to all this blood.
I only knew I had to win,
And build a world where I was king,
But leaders come and leaders go.
And that's the truth I came to know.
Love or war I could not choose,
And so both I had to lose.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
Half of what he said meant something else, and the other half didn't mean anything at all.
Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves.
Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living.