| The sand in the hourglass will one day pour out
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| As if looking into a story
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| That was never mine to begin with
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| Will I ever be able to understand the weight on my shoulders?
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| A deathly silence from the other room
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| Amplified by the stillness
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| Where ghosts whose seconds tick away (tick away)
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| They tend to never leave
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| I was scared to see what I would be
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| If I looked in the mirror
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| But if the grip of time would just let me go
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| I will remember the person that I was meant to be
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| I watched the walls collapse
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| And let out all of their secrets
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| I never wanted to let you down
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| But I felt my morals slipping
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| As I left myself at the door, I never wanted to let you down
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| Disappointed (disappointed) at my hopes and expectations
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| Somehow I wanted more and now I stand (and now I stand)
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| Waving back at defeat as I stare in the face of victory
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| I know who I was meant to be
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| I was scared to see what I would be
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| If I looked in the mirror
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| But if the grip of time would just let me go
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| I will remember the person that I was meant to be
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| Now that I can see it’s a whole new world (a whole new world)
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| It’s hard to believe that it’s been here before
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| There is a ticking where the seconds fade away
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| Regret nothing because those broken walls only make you who you are
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| You can always rebuild, rebuild, rebuild
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| You can always rebuild, rebuild, rebuild
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| You can always rebuild, rebuild, rebuild
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| Rebuild those broken walls |