Run With The Hunted Mea Culpa
If I had one ounce of strength left
I'd use it to fight
But this time is different
I need to run and hide
Into the dark, away from the light
Where I can go to blur the lines
Between what is wrong and what is right
So much lost, so little gained
So much joy has turned to pain
I'm looking for a hand to hold
A warm body to thaw my freezing soul
Like rain weathering stone, soon I'll be nothing more
Than the shell of a man, dying alone
So much lost, so little gained
So much joy has turned to pain
If I had the hope to heal
I'd take your pain and bear it
If I had the will to try
I'd be the first to wear it
But this world has broken me
Scatter my ashes above the trees
This world has broken me
Remember me with every falling leaf
This world has broken me
Forget me as rivers turn to streams
This world has broken me
I was nothing more than a melancholy memory
This world has broken me
So much lost so little gained
So much joy has turned to pain
Watched my pride turn to shame
Tried to hold onto a moment
So things might stay the same
