Maybe now it's time to go.
Only this time I roll solo,
Getting blood out of a stone.
I'll do my damage all on my own.
It's hard to feel like I'm traversing the right path,
When allegiance will change with a few refills of an empty glass.
If I'm not wanted then I don't want to be here.
If just my presence is an issue then I'd rather just steer clear.
It's the same old song and dance:
Using pain and fear as romance.
You know we've all been there before.
I try and let it get me down no more.
It's hard to feel like I'm traversing the right path,
When allegiance will change with a few refills of an empty glass.
If I'm not wanted then I don't want to be here.
If just my presence is an issue then I'd rather just steer clear.
It brings back those feelings.
Now that I'm older than before,
There's nothing less appealing,
Than to fight this war.
It's the same old song and dance.