the money isnt good enough to leave or plan a trip
the poverty's enough to make me sick
the strange thing is i want to leave myself to see your face
i hate not being there, not even share the same air space
the case is my efforts trying to live a normal life keeps me from letting go
my heart says be yourself while the world keeps saying no no no
theres no room in- this world -for whining and i know i need to take a stand
i want to tear- the freakin curtain down so when we get together i can hold your hand
i shouldnt be so hasty i shouldnt get so close
cause everytime i dive right in the beast it swallows whole
ill live out this short life and wait for shining moment
patch up this broken heart so no one knows just the hole went
i sit up late at night and think of future moments and illustrate a painting
of greatness, relating,
finding some one to hold you
and all this shit i go through
maybe this is fate, i love you
holding on to faith around you
maybe this is it and i am going home
for tomorrow holds the key
tomorrow holds the key for me to hold on
