I SWEAR I'LL SCREAM FOR HOURS ON END. CLENCHING ONTO FAINT MEMORIES LONG GONE, SINGING MY FINAL SONG. RECOLLECTING TIME AS I THOUGHT IT, RAMBLING MY REFLECTIONS. METAPHORS BEAUTIFULLY WORN OUT, ACHING AND BRUISED. WE WILL SURRENDER OURSELVES. OUR EXPECTATIONS NEVER TRULY MET, I WILL STILL BE SINGING THIS FINAL VERSE. HOPING THIS ROAD WILL LEAD US HOME. SEEING YOUR SHADOWPLAY, IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS, SPACES WHERE I WILL NEVER SET FOOT AGAIN. IS THIS REALLY HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE? WE'LL BE COMING HOME. I'LL STAND ON MY OWN, I WILL STILL BE STANDING ON MY OWN, I WILL STILL BE SINGING, I WILL STILL BE DREAMING, I WILL STILL REMEMBER.