Feel i've grown up in so many ways in just what seems a few days to meet and love your past to lose that hope so fast but now i have muscles in my face but now i have lungs for the race If i stop writing my fingers are broken If i stop dreaming my intention's been stolen and i know my breath is making you blue but it just won't get upon you
I've spread myself as thin as the line the line that divides the luck of time hard to hold what you have better to give all you can If i say i've stopped longing i'm lying If I can't reach i'm not really trying I won't say what is it true like Joanna won't wait for you