standing on my ground
the troubled find a way they say
images around me fade
for a moment I held your arms
brief moment between souls apart

every little detail blurs
can't think of the greater picture
when all the little things go wrong i ask
is this the journey?
is this not my journey?

is this what I wanted all along
why am I here?
raise my spirit from the agony
raise it all the way
the pain unfold the scars
and closed my eyes
the shining made me blind
can't open my eyes

my line heading straight down
unable to change it’s way I am
drowning alone to deep shallows
was it you who cut the rope?

the shining made me blind
but still i’m able to feel

I drowned I mourned
I’ll die alone
did I make parting shots?
or did I just waste my time?
did I make the best out of the time that was given for me?
did I make parting shots?
or did I just waste my time?