Tekster: A Cursive Memory. Lions.

I've been getting so caught up
In the way I was brought up
The things I do, the things I take
I've been trying and trying
Just to watch all these lions
Raging in and outside of me

Someday you'll say
I will be gone, I will be gone
Someday you'll say
It won't be long

I would rather be nothing
Than be looked at as something
Through the eyes of these social royals
And if I had just one word
To describe what my friends were
The last thing I would say would be loyal

Someday you'll say
I will be gone, I will be gone
Someday you'll say
It won't be long

I just want to move on
I just want to belong
I just want to get along

My past is after me and I'm trying to break free
From all these mess ups and these bad memories
I just want to move on to a new place I belong to
New places and new faces to me

Someday you'll say
I will be gone, I will be gone
Someday you'll say
It won't be long

I just want to move on
I just want to belong
I just want to get along

I just want to move on
I just want to belong
I just want to get along

Someday you'll say
I will be gone, I will be gone
Someday you'll say
It won't be long

I just want to move on
I just want to belong
I just want to get along

I just want to move on
I just want to belong
I just want to get along