It's been a long dark road but I remember when it meant the world ot me, It's been a long dark day and a cold black night and it still gets hard to see
medicine for luck How I hope that you're still here when I return Burning bridges is a form of suicide I saw the fires as the ghost of my life Passed
own machine Yes, we're building steam I hate the same routine. I, I never looked back--I want to never return If I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn
