Pull me out of the train wreck Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out Unbreak the broken Unburn the ashes Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet Unsay these spoken words Find hope in the hopeless Laying in the silence Waiting for the sirens

It's my belief pride is the chief cause in the decline Of the number of husbands and wives Where nobody lives Two people each having so much pride inside Neither side forgives The angry words spoken in haste Such a waste of two lives Two broken hearts

Yesterday is history All we have is this moment So why don't you be here with me? Be here with me now Tomorrow's unspoken To put our love into motion Can you tell me Who called the race? Can anyone stay in one place?

Who left me outside That someone holds me tonight Hold me tonight Someone left the door open I'm bent, I'm not broken Come live in my life All the words left unspoken Are the pages I write On my knees and I'm hoping

You were the wind that let me go Who we are I'll never know But when we spoke I knew you well You knew me well You loved me through and through I never thought I would watch you leave us From a room as a kid I held so close I was a son made upon sand

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as some surprise

No one ever left me out in the rain Cold words still remain unspoken You're here, now my heart's unbroken And I never got lost, spent years in the dark When I see you smile feel my soul again I'm unbroken If I lived and breathed before you loved me, I

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it

I am paralyzed A heart that feels no pain Addicted to the game Breaking beneath the strain The anger, the pressure You're choking down your words again Feel the nerves set in Unspoken frustration They see right through you

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my