Believer

Holding all my tears back in my fast car

Cruising 80 down the freeway staring back hard

City of dreams, I could barely make a living

You always told me you thought I'd make a killing

I was immature blinded by my own pride

And diluted by the notion that you could be mine

Alone in the darkness I was colorblind

But now I see the world with open eyes

And I'm still yours

For what it's worth

I'll always be yours