i fell asleep a boy and when i woke i was a man forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us what once was so innocent before is now lost let down by the elders that we used to trust we were all meant for so much more than this no more turning back no more giving in although time has locked us in regret we wont back down this cant be over yet we ll water our pillows with candid memories praying for things to be the way they used to be somehow always blaming ourselves again and again hoping that we will finally see the end all the broken promises and fallen dreams courtesy of our creators false hope busting out of their seams theyre becoming such outstanding traitors no more turning back no more giving in we were all meant for so much more than this a child so small locking up everything inside scared and alone the only thing to do is hide accepting the decisions that were way over our heads hearing the yelling from our tear covered beds now with a void that s only half filled cradling the memories that havent yet been killed although time has us locked in regret we wont back down this cant be over yet we have coped with the pain that is inevitable recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable we ll live ready for tomorrow like it was yesterday caught up in the past when we need to focus on today we ll flood our pillows with candid memories praying for things to be the way they used to be somehow always blaming ourselves again and again we ll flood our pillows with candid memories praying for things to be the way they use to be hoping that we ll finally see the end no more turning back no more giving in we were all meant for something so much more than this