Disillusionment

"It's coming down to nothing more than apathy.
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke, and who's still standing when it clears."

But disregard your feelings for your past, your present,
Mold false hopes and dreams into realities of your future.

"Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind..."

A dead end to your efforts, lose sight of the truth.
A fork in the road to your goals, your aspirations

Open your heart, let the memories bleed
For they but hold you back, and weigh you down indeed