The Deepest Well - Yellowcard

I see the barricades ahead

Roll my sleeves up, lift my head

I hear you well, what can’t be done

You are many, I am one

And what becomes, it’s hard to tell

Like looking down the deepest well

But I will take a torch with me And light the way for you to see

To you I am missing, what it’s for?

This dirt is on my hands, blood on yours

I was crawling up the walls for so long

You were pulling me down, pulling me I was trying not to fall for so long

Compliments like falling rocks

Are ticking bombs with faulty clocks

And I will not be fooled again

I took my means and found my end

Took all the days from then to now

The steps I climbed to show you how

Small the world would seem to be When you forget what you believed

To you I am missing, what it’s for?

This dirt is on my hands, blood on yours

I was crawling up the walls for so long

You were pulling me down, pulling me I was trying not to fall for so long

Now get me up, come with me