everyone goes through a little pain
  keep watching and follow me the guilt
  that your going to give to me is never going
  to leave something new and i don't relate
  can't hang around for long a stone unturned
  every missing word disillusioned i've become
  this ain't the way it's supposed to be this
  time i think i'll let it lay another day to
  drown i'm tired and my patience thin keep
  feeding off the bone some say that it's
  impossible to stop and smell the rose going
  out with a bang next time don't know what i'll
  be next year a few hours south and the air is
  green maybe something new is there it has to
  work this time around or i'll trade it in for
  sure everything for me myself and
  i this time come first