No one knows where life goes
No one sees the metaphorical broken bones
The days that you ignore your phone when it rings
You're a bird with two broken wings that cant sing
A king on his death bed
As your life runs through your head
They said you should dread the path you follow
But then they call you pathetic when you wallow in the sorrows to come tomorrow
All your energy has been borrowed out so you thought but its been stolen
You sit there thinking "i better not get caught,
so you sought out good friends
but in the end it depends on what you've been through
Because in the end what you've been through ends you
First it bends you
Then it sends you straight to hell
It drops you in an endless well
And tells you to sell your soul
for one more chance to be whole
But theres no mercy in the cold
You hold on for dear life
While you hold on to that steel knife
