the walls around come down and they re crashing around me and there s a taste in my mouth that feels like the bitter end and if i get away from the pain and the voices that hound me well i m not quite sure i ve got the strength to start over again but if i make it to the setting sun well i might have a story to tell before the day i m gone if i fall to sorrow and find it hard to see to the end do i have the heart to go and try it again 