These vague interpretations set our future
Please leave your thoughts at the lost and found
These words mean nothing to me, pitching purpose
It takes more than tears to come around

Is this the pathway given?
Is this what got me driven?
How can i change your mind?

There ain’t no rope, there ain’t no high ground
What you reap is what you sow
But i always find myself too close to the flame
The clock is ticking, the stakes are high
I’m pushing forward, so i don’t ask why
If you only knew the things i do to get over you

The interaction is a puzzle waiting
The pieces crumble one by one
When conversations turn to interrogation
You draw a line and you move on
Is this the pathway given?
Is this what got me driven?
How can i change your mind?

There ain’t no rope, there ain’t no high ground
What you reap is what you sow
But i always find myself too close to the flame
The clock is ticking, the stakes are high
I’m pushing forward, so i don’t ask why
If you only knew the things i do to get over you
As time goes by i trace my trail
The stupid lies, the broken ties
Nothing comes to life around me
As lost on land as lost at sea

Sleep, a different bed
A form of revenge, it’s common sense
Sign, from red to green
A form of relief, misconceive

You know the consequences call for sorrow
You will not lose if you don’t bet

Inside my heart there is a true believer
Inside my head there is a threat

Is this the pathway given?
Is this what got me driven?
How can i change your mind?

There ain’t no rope, there ain’t no high ground
What you reap is what you sow
But i always find myself too close to the flame
The clock is ticking, the stakes are high
I’m pushing forward, so i don’t ask why
If you only knew the things i do to get over you
The purpose is constantly changing, a lesson learned as bridges burn
Ignorance used as an alibi, pleading guilty just to satisfy
The purpose is constantly changing, a lesson learned now bridges burn