You know I thought
That my eyes, they would be dry
But now I see and know
The moment has a bitter taste
I will not have my statements
Spit back in my face

We all struggle for our dreams
To be realized
They end up objects of our
Own despise... why?
The dance of days

How did I find myself standing
In this place?
We had done so much
And now I find myself standing
In this place again
We can do so much more

Maybe we went a little too fast
Maybe we better slow down