Tired  to  the  testing  of  wills
where  my  hart  break  down  and  spills
Left  to  the  sing  of  the  sky
in  your  arms  I'm  defined
I'm  thrown  to  the  wolves  in  the  minds  of  your  enemies
in  the  minds  of  your  enemies
And  I'm  stone  in  the  eyes  of  your  foolishness
Well,If  this  is  what  I'm  meant  for
no  longer  interesting
Fall  forward  to  even  the  score
Just  a  thought  to  you
Tired  to  the  testing  of  wills
where  my  hart  break  down  and  spills
Left  to  the  sing  of  the  sky
in  your  arms  I'm  defined
I'm  thrown  to  the  wolves  in  the  minds  of  your  enemies
in  the  minds  of  your  enemies
And  I'm  stone  in  the  eyes  of  your  foolishness
And  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book
Yet  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book
Yet  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book
Yet  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book
in  your  book ,in  your  book
Well,if  this  is  what  I  meant  for
no  longer  interesting
For  forwad  to  even  the  score
Just  a  thought  to  you
Just  a  thought  to  you
Just  a  thought  to  you
Yet  I'm  nothing  more
Yet  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book
Yet  I'm  nothing  more  than  a  line  in  your  book