Life is misleading. Compass points a direction of pain. While the deceptive people always find pawns for their game. The candle sits in the window only so long until the breeze from the storm will blow out all its glow.
All you see is old shadows flickering on the wall and all you dream are nightmares.
After months you'll realize you need to wipe your feet clean and soil the rug with wasted time and memories. Start to lean backward, hope luck can catch you, take a risk and leave room for something new.
And you don't see flickering shadows on the wall, nightmares become new dreams.
She's gonna be my new hope...I hope I'll be hers...I hope I'll be hers too....but I know I won't.