I was starting to shake

From the days I've been up

There's a lot on my plate

And the ones i loved stopped answering

They left me to find my self

In my own hate

I work all alone with a cynical taste

And the day I get out

Is the day I'll be made

I was cut out of stone

And carved with a blade.

Head down with all of my hardships

There's nothing too strong

That I cant face

Don't stop 'till you finally have it

It should be more like a habit

Come down

All the fighting's over

I let you breathe your own air

I will set my arms down in a corner

When I turn around

You will tell me how you're up now

From your dream of clovers

Said, "not a thing will compare

To the sense you give me, and disorder

When you turn around

And i can't breathe."

There wasn't a trace

Of the war letting up

And the days went on late

I struggled

And i fell to solid ground

It led me to my escape

Now here i am outside of your gate

I was hoping you could come down

Well, i came to say sorry

I shouldn't have left

But my bitterness got to me

Before you did

And now i'm laying in gardens

Where we start over again

I know that you got me

And this is it