Walking down a path I have seen before
A street paved with good fortune
Littered with broken hopes
Can't help but smile when I see your face in the crowd
After all, you were at one time was my friend and now an adversary I never wanted
Our paths crossed for a moment in our lifetime
Whose fault was it to begin with? I never may know.
Spent years wondering why betrayal had to happen. Now I know the truth and carry on, never again free to be backstabbed by wolves in sheep's clothing, perchance friends. And that face that I have seen in the crowd is nothing but a wounding memory.
Cringing against the harsh wind, fighting the cold. To what extent must I continue bearing such pain? Swolling my heart with dusting ease, leaving me in tears and upon my knees I cry out and no one can hear me. I scream and yet I am left alone. Alone with it the emptiness. The pity that creeps upon me with my every hearts beat. With no one to keep me company, but my paining conscious. When shall it set me free? Shall I rescue myself someday? Let it hurt me and let my pain be known. Let the wind beat against my withered face and the trees fall on my broken back. It can't destroy my pride, because it can no longer feed on my tears, nor my sorrows. The time of its reign has come to an end.
Because now, he knows it was you, not me.
A street paved with good fortune
Littered with broken hopes
Can't help but smile when I see your face in the crowd
After all, you were at one time was my friend and now an adversary I never wanted
Our paths crossed for a moment in our lifetime
Whose fault was it to begin with? I never may know.
Spent years wondering why betrayal had to happen. Now I know the truth and carry on, never again free to be backstabbed by wolves in sheep's clothing, perchance friends. And that face that I have seen in the crowd is nothing but a wounding memory.
Cringing against the harsh wind, fighting the cold. To what extent must I continue bearing such pain? Swolling my heart with dusting ease, leaving me in tears and upon my knees I cry out and no one can hear me. I scream and yet I am left alone. Alone with it the emptiness. The pity that creeps upon me with my every hearts beat. With no one to keep me company, but my paining conscious. When shall it set me free? Shall I rescue myself someday? Let it hurt me and let my pain be known. Let the wind beat against my withered face and the trees fall on my broken back. It can't destroy my pride, because it can no longer feed on my tears, nor my sorrows. The time of its reign has come to an end.
Because now, he knows it was you, not me.