Is this the end we're going through?
Or is it just what you want me so bad to believe in?
So call me names, call me indifferent.
This is the final day of what you've come to believe.
With olive branches in your hand, where do I lead a heart that makes me bleed?
I failed the test of time, wonder why?
No more tear filled nights.
This is where I'm right.
We're so stuck in our ways.
Let's come around, just one more time and face the day.
This is for our sanity and time.
For all those sleepless nights and countless senseless fights.
Resurrect feelings I thought were gone.
Could someone tell me what I am doing wrong?
Can't figure out where we belong.
I'm wakin' up on soiled sheets, I haven't left my room in weeks.
Not moving forward, but on the right track.
I often wonder why I feel this way, a constant pull on my heart.
And I'd venture that you feel the same, against better judgment we stay.
And now we've climbed the highest mountaintop, we can take our time coming down.
But I always return to hear the sound