Aw3s0m3n3ss Pr1m3

Verse 1:
I never thought that we'd be in this waste.
I never forsaw us trapped in this place.
I never thought that things would go so wrong and so far .
But it seems that everytime I try, I only get so far.
It gets so hard.
Initailly I thought it'd be a different circumstance.
But as it just happens, everytime I try again
it starts to spin.
But it seems that everytime I go,
it turns to smoke.
Now I go for broke, but it seems that
everytime I try, I die a little on the inside.
Everytime I fail and try again; fail and try again.
C:
Don't you dare walk away and leave me to die.
You were before, now tell me that you're still on my side.
I can't believe that you would want to throw it away.
After all we've done, no longer on the same page.

Verse 2:
"I do not understand why he won't quit.
His dream is hard; not making us profit.
I can't believe he wants to throw away
his whole life."
But it feels like everything I do always just falls in two.
It turns so blue.
Initially I thought I'd see a different set of plans,
but as it just happens, everytime I find a way
it starts to change.
But it feels like everytime I crawl, I start to fall,
then I find a wall.
Now it feels like I gotta make it move, gotta see this through.
Everytime I take another step, that much more is left.

Verse 3:
"I wish he'd hurry up and finish this.
It's like all that he does is evermix.
Why can't he ever just learn to move on,
but so far...."
But it seems that we had different paths; didn't last.
Didn't stand a chance beyond the blast.
Didn't know the aftermath that it had,
or the initial impact that it would grab.
I didn't know how far I had to go, once on this road.
But we gotta read the story before we unfold.
But just because it's hard doesn't mean you gotta quit.
When you love something enough, you gotta stay by it.

Bridge:
So as I look back, I'd do so much more (of it) differently.
Even though it's probably not destined to be, I'd probably try to my demise.
So as I look back, I'd do so much more (of it) differently.
Even though it's probably not destined to be, I'd probably try to my demise.
So it's the pain that comes with the truth of it all,
that doesn't sit well with me, or you.
But it all seemed to be on different ways that couldn't change
their course, or hang up their voice.
It seemed that either they'd divide, or they'd collide.
So here's my own path on 18 tracks.
Here's the last few years of grief that never sleeps,
locked inside a box.
The dream that never seemed to go away, placed inside a cage,
just waiting for the break/escape.
Our only hope is opening our scope,
a lesson in perception
I pray it is the right direction.