want? Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead or alive to live a lie? Running away from the night, Running away from the light, Running away
way And what if my chances were already gone? Started believing that I could be wrong But you gave me one good reason To fight and never walk away So
choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days Then the busy
fights I'm driving away from you I won't get stuck in the past How could you think this would last You're just a bump in the road for me Our days had
You?ll be the last one standing up strong You?ll be the last one making all the right things wrong As the days go by The days go by The days go by
. You can't go on this way. And now I see it all fall through. We pray for better days. Stuck alone and scared. Throw your life away and now choking
Here we are Seven days, and seven nights of empty tries Its rituals, habitual But it?s never gonna work this time We?re to the point Of no return And
with a roar you can't ignore, You run, run, away! but there's no place to hide, mate! When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, '
, with a roar you can't ignore.... Ya run, run, away! but there's no place to hide, mate! When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight
and nothing to fear, I claimed the corner on truth These days it's harder to say I know what I'm fighting for My faith is falling away I'm not that sure
But I'm getting close to the borderline Close to the borderline A buck three eighty Won't buy you much lately on the street these days And when you
tears must you cry How many buried inside Until you finally let go How many years must you fight How many stories survive Until the tables will turn How many days
Creeping it's way into my gut [Chorus:] Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
crazy, amamzed that it ain't the same. Their faith has swayed! Everything done got a little bit stranger Major complications plague the days. Everybody
This world don't give you nothing it can't take away Everybody holding on to something Nobody wants to fade away No forgiveness on the streets of this
Made him disabled, bitter and mean Life is much to short and precious To spend fighting wars these days War can't give life It can only take it away
heart, little light in the dark little hope that you just might find your way up outta here cause you?ve been hiding for days, wasted and wasting away