The Will

Sorry it has to be this way You know me, DRAMATIC I’ve never fear of it What will be, will be There’s no struggle, or pain Wash away my sins When I wrote down this last song Find the rest in the box And the key where who held my heart They kept my dreams and that little girl I used to be When your house is on fire Nightmares crawling in noon When tears and blood floating everywhere When the ocean is red When the world is blind When run away won’t work this time 21 years, I’m lucky enough What a hell of a ride Are you? Are you satisfied? Mummy and daddy, I’m truly sorry for the things I’ve done My friends, raise your glass of wine Take it up to the hills and down to memory lane Where we met, we’ll meet again It might be safe and sound Who knows? Little do we know Those never us to control Withins and withouts When the truth is twisted And the cape is wrecked And the shield we once had switching sides When faith is just an excuse And that July never ends Playing hide and seek with those holding gun 21 years, I’m lucky enough What a hell of a ride Are you? Are you satisfied? Mummy and daddy, I’m truly sorry for the things I’ve done My friends, raise your glass of wine Take it up to the hills and down to memory lane Where we met, we’ll meet again 21 years, I’m lucky enough No regrets left behind I am, I am satisfied I’m glad I spare my youth with you At least it won’t be gone To the hills and down to memory lane Where we met, we’ll meet again