Chris Holland - A Call to Arms

Cutting ties from lullabies
Cause they won't let me get to sleep
We move apart, a friendship dies
That's the reason I'm counting sheep

A memory is a disease
And you wait for the reprise
A call to arms for family
It ends and you face reality

I'm too young to grow up
But I don't have a choice
Don't expect me to show up
Hear my silent voice
I say I've moved on but I haven't
I can't forget the things that happened
Mistakes I've made are in the fade
The future makes me afraid

Run away, I'll run away
But I'll always run right back
All the time I'll try to stay
My freedom fades into the black

The worst of it was better than this
Oh what I would do to go back
All my regrets could fill a list
The reasons why seem to lack

I'm too young to grow up
But I don't have a choice
Don't expect me to show up
Hear my silent voice
I say I've moved on but I haven't
I can't forget the things that happened
Mistakes I've made are in the fade
The future makes me afraid

Written by:
Christopher Holland

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