im walking on the boulevard of broken dreams.
alone there waiting for bad news.
like walking on broken glass.
but no answers for what was asked.
sometimes we're wrong when we think we're right.
i never wanted it to be this way.
when this roof over my head cracks.
i wonder what would happen next.

Crashing down like the pouring rain.
in front of your eyes.
it falls from the skies.
when you don't know what you're looking to find.
i never had enough to be believe in faith.
but i do hold dearly to one last hope.