to hell we ride
lostprophets
with you it's never good enough
because you want the stuff
that could change your future
you're lost amongst a sea of chance
and now the more you dance
just gets you sinking deeper
you don't know what you're striving for
and you never seem to try
everything seems tempting
but nothing comes for free
i often wonder how you drive
when the roads too dark to see
we light the fire to watch it burn
but when it comes your turn
all that's left is embers
you ran this race with no real heart
yeah right back at the start
everything feels tempting
when you don't know who to be
i often wonder how you feel
when you're lying next to me
yeah and after all that time