I started with nothing, I've got nothing to lose I'm a soul survivor, I made it through the fire Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it Look who's standing right in front of you Yes, it's me What you doing? Did you think you would see me

If only, yeah If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be I can't decide What's wrong, what's right

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been

There you are, standing right in front of me No, I don't wanna wait forever Forced fear falls away to leave me naked Hold me close 'Cause I need you to guide me to safety The perfect words never crossed my mind 'Cause there was nothing in there but you I

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been

It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh

But now they are a part of me And I've been searching for a remedy When all along it's been in front of me I'm falling on my knees right now I'm covered in the mess I made These colors used to wash right out I need you here, I need you now A life that we

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow