There comes a time, to relize ,that things in ya past ,Dont define who you are or where your at, Im moving on , got to leave it all behind , to find what i lost, when i lost my own eyes , I felt i couldn't escape all the mistakes, that i made , Now i feel like flying away straight to face what i ran from in the first place , i can scream out that i really tried , but that was the lie that seperats my death, im coming back to life, to make things right , ive been dead all my life , inside the disaster, ive mastered the ways of running away from what really matters, cause i couldn't look at that faces that make me so shameful,its devastatingly painful, its hard as an anvel ,im trying to keep myself level , taping the mouth shut of the devil, inside the echoes in the mind , i holler holler back i f you dont ,dont cross the line ,im i got to know whitch line is mine ,