Letras:
If Hope Dies By The Time You Read This

all. So when you look back I'll be gone, and you won't have missed a thing. Maybe this is better. Because I'd rather you not see this. How I'd scream

times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time

you are and where you stand But God made you in his image When he formed you in his hands And he looks at you with mercy And he sees you through his

Thing?s in life aren?t always quite what they seem, there?s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to

you up And throw you on the scales They can IQ you and run you through their rigorous details They can do their best to rate you And they'll place you