Years of writing years of fighting.
A knife in my back nothing left exciting.
Heartless to the bitter end or as long you want to pretend.

I never knew of simplicity home never kept me free.
We'll all drown in the river the current growing stronger.
It's the distance that salts the wound as long as i keep them in my heart i'll have the strength to carry through.

My mind follows as the heart will rule.