Lead me on the road and I will follow, make me a martyr for your peace. Give you all the burdens you can't swallow, take all the pleasure from these simple joys, and grant you some release, or a pause. We can see we're at odds. Are you tired of wearing Band-Aids? Cause I don't wanna know if I can let go of this pain. And these scars will always stay the same. But I won't give up hope that one day we'll both find our way. Find our way. Bleeding on the floor in circumstances that make we wanna disappear. Depleting all our second chances. I have to be resigned to what I did, and I what I always feared would come. Leave me here I won't run. Are you tired of wearing Band-Aids? Cause I don't wanna know if I can let go of this pain. And these scars will always stay the same. But I won't give up hope that one day we'll both find our way. Find our way.