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now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?

i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
i hope that i will never let you down

look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right,
i know that there's a difference between slight of hand,
and giving everything you have

there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it
and i hope that i will never let you down

i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow