| I’ve got my life laid out in front of me like roads drawn on a map. |
| I’ve had so many times where I slipped off the beaten path. |
| I took the time to see the picture and for what it’s worth. |
| I’d walk a thousand miles without my shoes to make it work. |
| I swore to God that I’m never coming back. |
| Kept my faith when I was clapped. |
| Staring at the wall through a crack in the floor. |
| And these metal doors-they've got me trapped. |
| I gotta remind myself that my mind is strong so I won’t lose my head. |
| I’ve got my demons that I fight with every little thought and every breath. |
| I wear my heart up on my sleeve so my soul’s exposed. |
| And I carry this disease, the weight of the holy ghost. |
| God, can you hear me? God is missing. |
| Take it back, take it back, my friend, |
| All the things that you said about the end. |
| This is it, this is me telling you it ain’t over 'til it’s over. |
| Give it up, give it up, my friend. |
| The score is settled even if you won’t admit. |
| Set it down, final hour without a doubt, it’s over when it’s over. |
| You’ve got your life laid out in front of you like a car crash. |
| Unconscious at the wheel cause you were driving too fast. |
| But if you took the time to check up in your rear-view mirror, |
| You’d see the things you’re driving from are your biggest fears. |
| You gotta get back up from the wreckage above and walk right through the fire. |
| No matter what happens, the fact is that the flames keep getting higher. |
| You gotta keep it going, keep tiptoeing through the fire and the flames and the |
| pain of knowing. |
| That the world is dark, gotta keep on going, gotta give that spark, |
| gotta keep on glowing. |
| I wear my heart up on my sleeve so my soul’s exposed. |
| And I carry this disease, the weight of the holy ghost. |
| God, can you hear me? God is missing. |
| Take it back, take it back, my friend, |
| All the things that you said about the end. |
| This is it, this is me telling you it ain’t over 'til it’s over. |
| Give it up, give it up, my friend. |
| The score is settled even if you won’t admit. |
| Set it down, final hour without a doubt, it’s over when it’s over. |
| So please, please, just let me make my peace. |
| I refuse to let your words be the death of me. |
| Please, please, just let me live my life. |
| Stop living in my shadow and just make it right. |
| It’s over, it’s over, make it right. |
| Take it back, take it back, my friend, |
| All the things that you said about the end. |
| This is it, this is me telling you it ain’t over 'til it’s over. |
| Give it up, give it up, my friend. |
| The score is settled even if you won’t admit. |
| Sun is up, final hour without a doubt, it’s over when it’s over. |
| It’s over, it’s over (it's over) |
| This is it, this is me telling you it ain’t over 'til it’s over. |