If I don't die before my time
If I don't cross that narrow line
If my pain never exceeds my methods of coping
Then be this not a prophecy
A warning or a stale heartbeat
But a failed attempt at something worth saying
To follow my heart is the best that I can do
Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster
To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves
Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter
I know some friends they don't believe
That what I write and what I feel
Walk hand in hand just like the way we used to
There's people who discard my hurt
They say "Come on boy, I've been through worse"
Their apathy builds shame for what I'm missing
To follow my heart is the best that I can do
Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster
To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves
Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter
To follow my heart is the best that I can do
Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster
To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves
Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter