My lifetime guarantee expired.
My paper thin dreams burned.
Everything I believed in tattered and turned.
So now my futures for hire,
And there are no lesson's left to learn.
The past is a nothing dream.
Rose-colored thoughts pushed the wrong theme.
The warranty ran out, where's my refund?
I refuse to leave my life over and done.
I can't wash my hands of my own life.
But Why am I the one holding the knife?
If I break free can I unburden myself?
Or will my dark side destroy myself?