Spark the sun to blind my eyes. A reaction could honestly be the start to a new beginning, Won't watch myself become a dead man. The pressure to make this decision where we can be more than this. We're better off. Another face I don't know, another place I have been. Wasting all your years on good times. Exposed to my skin and bones, it's a long road on the run. This is the first time I can finally stand on my own two feet, Without the crutch of your hands to bury me. What would you do if I needed you? The pressure to make this decision, Where we can be more than this. We're better off. Another face I don't know, another place I have been. Wasting all your years on good times. Exposed to my skin and bones. It's a long road on the run. What would you do if I needed you? Are you who you said that you would be? This is what we don't talk about. Throwing me away, always throwing me away. Throwing me away