Your arrow ain't sharp, but age made deadly your aim If I kill or get killed, my dear, would you love me the same? And as I get older I realize that time has a way And the patience you build in your youth will discern how you age ♪ And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink And this journal ain't mine, but it's filled with my misery Passed down by a friend who was taken too soon to complete And bound in the blood of living like we were deceased Now I live with the debt that it easily could have been me And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink ♪ So lay your head easy and don't shed tears for me We are given this life, but nobody said it was free Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, mm And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink