Years of writing, years of fighting. A knife in my back, nothing left exciting. Heartless to the bitter end or as long you want to pretend. I never knew of simplicity, home never kept me free. We'll all drown in the river, the current growing stronger. x2 It's the distance that salts the wound, as long as I keep them in my heart I'll have the strength to carry through. My mind follows as the heart will rule.