Sometimes I feel
the only thing real
is the fear of being mistaken

But it isn’t a fight
holding on tight
to ideas that may have taken

you down
to a road
no a dead end street
round and round and round
‘till in the end you meet

The thought that helped you cross
the line of realization
'cause nothing exists
in mind of the fist
built to tear down

the wall that helps you
feel all alone

Sometimes I’m sure
translations for 
words so often spoken

Only help to forget
the goals that you’ve set
the road becomes a statement

of time
running out
no you’re set for defeat

round and round and round
‘till in the end you meet

​The thought that helped you cross
the line of realization
'cause nothing exists
in mind of the fist
built to tear down

the wall that helps you
feel all alone​
Mis -
taken,
for -
saken
Every step you’ve set towards the time

Left 
broken
un - 
spoken
the words, 
the thoughts that could have brought you now

the time
run out
no you’re set for defeat  
round and round and round
‘till in the end you meet

The thought that helped you cross
the line of realization
'cause nothing exists
in mind of the fist
built to tear down

the wall that helps you 
​feel all alone

​Written by Kimberley Ceulemans
#CaseyMusic

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