Anchor
What was it all for?
Don't like it? There's the door
I'm here, I'll make it
But I don't wanna fake it
I don't really wanna go back now
Come to far, hit the ground
Taken down and asked for everything
I'm the anchor of a sinking ship
I'm the vital piece to all of this
Oh the irony is all I see
These hands were not meant to hold me
Autor(es): Nick Broglio