Fortune Favors The Bold.

Fortune favors the bold;
Or so I was told;
By someone who never felt a thing.
Bruised in the middle of my chest;
In the shape of a twenty four karat ring.

Well someone else once told me;
Earning a place in this world is by chance.
But fighting for fate to stay on your side;
Only works when you take a stand.

There's a lot of stories you told;
A lot of promises you made.
There's a lot of "Don't you remember the good ol' days?"
And now there's too many lies;
Too many lost thoughts.
I believed you would stay; but I suppose I was wrong.

If you want peace; prepare for war;
Is everything he once stood for;
Before he made a reason to be replaced.
Burned into the back of my head;
Is every fear he refused to face.

Theres a lot of stories you told;
A lot of promises you made.
There's a lot of "Don't you remember the good ol' days?"
But now there's too many lies;
Too many lost thoughts.
I believed you would stay; but I suppose I was wrong.

All of those quotes you told me;
I kept in a blank sheet in the back of my mind.
Just so I can remember them;
On those days when it's hard to sleep at nightt.
There's a lot of things you promised me;
A lot of past-related thoughts.
I really did believe you would stay;
But I suppose I was wrong.