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LIFE
ON STANDBY: The distance and my hearts to sand flowing through
the hour glass Time to let go of all we know and break our hearts in stride I need you now more like yesterday the last day
I could see you smile for the last time turn out the lights my life on standby So standby and watch this fall away and fall
apart Just say that it's over it's over and she's gone don't worry he said and she's not coming home it's over and she's gone
The distance and my hearts to sand flowing through the hour glass I fall to pieces I can't let go of all the times I never
said goodbye CHORUS REPEAT wake up Wake up now it's over just tell me it's ok to die
-Hawthorne Heights
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it
bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it
was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both
that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how
way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages
and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the
difference.
-Robert Frost
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