Nights spent by bonfires and watching them burn down
In the summer of 07 searching for our own way out
And I've spent so many restless nights just letting my mind run around
On thoughts of what could of been but now I think I'm better off without
Your false hope your broken sense of sincerity
I can't believe That I thought you were the one for me
Screamed from the mountains and hoped the echo would ring out
At 18 with a creeping thought of failure weighing on myself
You left me in pieces bruised & broken on the ground
But Looking back on it now
I'm glad you didn't stick around
I did my best to catch my sea legs on that swinging bridge that summer
It looked like something from a "Lucas Film" and I was game set on going under
Your false hope your broken sense of sincerity
I can't believe that I let you get the best of me
Screamed from the mountains and hoped the echo would ring out
At 18 with a creeping thought of failure weighing on myself
You left me in pieces bruised & broken on the ground
But Looking back on it now
I'm glad you didn't stick around
Throwing caution to my nerves with hope to self improve
Breaking boundaries on my comfort just to carry myself through
Screamed from the mountains and hoped the echo would ring out
At 18 with a creeping thought of failure weighing on myself
You left me in pieces bruised & broken on the ground
But Looking back on it now
I'm glad you didn't stick around