AS THE FOOTSTEPS DIE OUT FOREVER
She was diagnosed on a Friday, the kids were almost home,
the kids were on their way back home from school,
lying face down in the gutter of unaccomplished dreams and broken memories of things to come,
"Sorry ma'am, I really am. I had to break the news. I had to make the phone call to tell you that you're due, you know where,
I'll tell you when, and I suggest you start living these next three weeks, the best way that you can."
Every night for three long weeks, she'd roam the hallways half asleep and as the footsteps fade away in my mind,
I could swear, I could swear, I heard her say: Don't wait for me, I've got a lot to do I've got a lot to be and in the
end maybe I'll see you there. Lost her strength on a saturday.
Spent the day in bed. Yeah, I'm fine, it's just the flu she said with a smile,
but when they turned their backs, the tears would flow.
She knew she only had a while to live to breathe to see to be to bleed to stand on her own two weakened feet
"and so I pray everyday: don't take my mother away" and in the end maybe i'll see you there.
You know i'll see you there and in the end i'll see you there.
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You, you try, you try to get by. "You're never going to pull it off", "You shouldn't even try"
"You're a wet cigarette", "You're always second best",
but they're never going to give a shit about anybody but themselves.
You fight for them to realize; there's more to life,
there's more to you, there's more than meets the eye.
And when you're done, the battle's been won. You sit back, you smile and this is what you hum, you hum: ....12341234....
The years go by, the time it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time
that passes oh, so quick and it seems like nothing, but when you're looking back,
well it amounts to everything. I've got myself. I've got my friends. I've got my little family, but that's not where it ends.
This one goes out to you, it goes out to everyone. It's in the name of honesty because life has just begun.
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Look around little brother, Can you tell me what you see?
You're a big boy now, so take responsibility.
You never had it hard, but now it's getting tough, so you whine, whine, whine and
you say you've had enough. You say i'm full of shit That i'm a hypocrite
I shouldn't talk, when i can't take the advice that i give?
Well maybe you're right, but open your eyes: the main difference here is that i try, try, try.
see also: lyrics to Washed Up, Rules of the Game, Bonus EP, and Alone in a Crowd
