I woke today, into a myst of sparkling gold and the friends that i have,

they seem to be, aggrevated with the waiting i always put them through,

if ever a time comes, then they would see that i am mine and they can watch
me fall, or rise,

from day to the next day, i figure out my own problems in my own secret way,
and when i fail i know, that i can only get back up and learn from these
mistakes,

that circle around my head, that feed from my broken soul, keeps me locked
to my bed, and tear from my body whole,

and time, can heal these wounds, that shine through, ur nerves of
steele.....
 
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