Texty: Danger Is My Middle Name. Find Me Finding Out.

I knew this day would come, the day we march back to square one
The better times would show but the bad already won
I knew this day would come, the day that gave up on the sun
And made it hard for us to get up but impossible to run
Away from all those words and thoughts you say to make it through
You'll find me finding everything out
You'll also fall so fast, slow down
Now I'm down by four, god only knows who's keeping score
I'll make you break through the door, coming back for more
Suddenly it seemed like the wind turned to a breeze
i felt as if I could easily take on anything
No more time to think about it, one last rhyme I'll sing around
The times we make it through
You move like I've never seen you do
And I swear to god it feels like dying
You move to a different point of view
And I'm better off not surviving.