Cross on the highway Victim of the wind Smoke blowing my way Oh the shape we’re in This place is a graveyard Just buried sin Your battles aren’t over Just hiding within Never saw myself in that light Barely held on to the final fight But I, just, bought it one more time Maybe I got them hills that baby ill never outrun Sell me something that’s no fun Sell me something that’s no fun Maybe got a heart of steel, but that aint never saved no one Sell me something that’s no fun Sell me something that’s no fun Cus ive had enough of torture Had enough of pain So baby give me something So I can breathe againmore

Woke up to a stranger in my bed Looked in the mirror and saw her again My heads clearer than its ever been But what’s with this up and down? Stuck in between slow and living life fast The potential for my future ,and the history of my past Who am I kidding ill never go back! But sometimes I turn around Moments of discouragement Im only human, living in this life Do I feel this constant burden Breaking, inside shaking, tearing me apart Dunno what’s in my heart So I shatter what ive made And start over again.. Blank canvas Talked myself off of a ledge Maybe it was more like a step A stupid stool, used to get ahead Say its short girl problems Sometimes I like to watch the sunset just so I can go down with it the bold colors don't do it justice, cus we both get dark in the end. Moments of discouragement Im only human, living in this life Do I feel this constant burden Breaking, inside shaking, tearing me apart Dunno what’s in my heart So I shatter what ive made And start over again.. Blank canvas more

Scattered words, fold across the pages Nothing quite makes sense anymore One day I’ll come back and rearrange it Turn beauty in to a broader concept Save the pity, mind your business didn’t seem to mind that time was passing Till it caught up to me all at once Stacked with fears the odds always against Me But I can’t get any farther if I convince myself I’m already dead Cus its, already too late tonight Won’t get my perfect 8 and I keep Thinking where it all went wrong Turning feels into another song No one takes me serious, I make myself take the blame Then complain about the pressure I Already know that I can do better I’ve tried Found a journal, I poured out my whole story The feeling of pain was entertained. In the end I hope to remember the glory But only the good, the bad can’t stay Even if it guided me along the way Someday they might recognize my journey I hope to be the one, in the front row. The letters that soon became my story Across the world, through hearts and souls Part of me knows that They’ll know Cus its, already too late tonight Won’t get my perfect 8 and I keep Thinking where it all went wrong Turning feels into another song No one takes me serious I make my,self take the blame Then complain about the pressure I Already know that I can do better I’ve tried more