Proximity Brighter Days
Sometimes I can feel my mind daring to release Saddened by the hell of mine, refusing to decease Caring not about myself forgetting brighter days Further on through the trees other side cannot reach. Chorus: I cannot reach It's out of my hands And now I must decide Who I'll be And now the pathways blocked It sounds like silent defeat And now the sun is gone I think it's gone with me. Bridge: What does it mean Object of deceit Motive to pass on It's circling.
