its a dark past that i try to escape
down lonely streets,
but i'm drowning in the wake
of my own mistakes,
and though i try to move on,
they want to hold me back
till all hope is gone.
and i feel the blows rain down on me.
i try to push aside,
strive for things that cannot be
and make them mine.
i will break away things
that seek to control me;
my prophesy of shame,
black mark upon my soul...
its the last time i'll try to start over
and its the first time i've had so much reason to try, but i'll make my own,
beat them at their own game.
when you've got nothing to lose,
there's everything to gain