Text: Heres My Chance. Blame It On The Weather.

Now everything's at a change from place to place its rearanged, how could this be so different now? Just seems like yesterday i found you sitting in the rain, without a place to call home. You said forever now were on our own. When did this get so cruel, i cant keep track from rule to rule. Its taking over everything. From breaking down right as we start, to tearin this whole world apart when did this get so wrong, how did this turn out wrong. Writin down the melodies, recap the only things I see. Nothing left will truely be. I think the light in front of me, burnt out so i could barely see. And now whats left is memory. Were on our own, were on our own