Do we understand what we believe in or is this just accepting what they say is best for us? Was there ever a choice or did we doom ourselves by failing to notice the patterns? We are in danger of wandering aimlessly in search of passion, of love, and hope When all we have are pictures, words, and vague ideas Stories about what we are supposed to be and what we are supposed to become and All of that means nothing if we are blinded by the very dreams that should guide us I can attest to this I've done this to myself And I stand bested by failing to move ahead Should I stop bracing myself Against the faults I've yet to fashion Or give in to doubt and accept I'll learn to live with myself When all I have is this hollow heart And those words from your lips? I'm always losing sleep over things I can't control And my mind won't be at ease until I know what to believe in This is my last chance... To step back from the edge before there's nothing left Before what I become is sinews and bone... And we find ourselves... Standing alone! I can see there's no way back... That the past has long since passed I'll try until there's nothing left of me If when I look back... I can still see you standing there Just stay where I can see you!