Hope is unborn memories   Untreatable disease   Broken ties are crashing in   around me   Home is supposed to be safe   If the futures on the take   Then these plans could hardly   count as fate   You were right      Hope is a mortal enemy   Its got me on my knees   Bound and gagged and   begging for mercy   Home is never far away   At the bottom of a grave   Left for dead and finally   found its place   You were right      Hope is knowing this won't last   That the memories will pass   And the future is all you'll ever have   Home destroyed by consequence   A means to finally end   Burn it out and let it live again   You were right      You were right to find your own way   Left behind I'll follow some day