Chosen Line

Hold on to moments

Bittersweet, the incomplete

Beggers of a different kind of life

But whilst try, but I can't find

Heaves through the eyes of

The present time, the unchosen line

About peace in mind, but no one knows it's mine

It's mine, all mine

Still holding on to yesterday

Still trying to understand

Forbid my feral western place

I'll be your broken man

Blinded by the red lights

Your twisted path, a maniac

Better times in the memories I have

In middle of the night, become alive

Breathe and exhale

Take some confort in the fact

It'll come to past, you'll be fine

Will be fine, it's all fine

Still holding on to yesterday

Still trying to understand

Forbid my feral western place

I'll be your broken man

Hold on to moments

Bittersweet, the incomplete

Begs of a different kind of life

But whilst try, I can't find

Still holding on to yesterday

Still trying to understand

Forbid my feral western place

I'll be your broken man