Texty:
Ambitions Question

And now that all these years have passed by, and I realize you're gone. Your memory remains, but your spirit has been sold. Misaligned, your goals defined

Thins are looking fine, maybe on the outside. The season's stirring me and I can't control my instincts. Emotions blocked out, I left you strung out

We question our minds, we question our souls. Stumbling in the dark, running into walls. Everyone's so quick to give answers, but those answers are

Sometimes I feel like we've given all we've got, and I'm tired of pretending I'm something that I'm not. So what's the point if it's not the turth? Different