“Another Round”
[Intro: Low electric guitar bend, two slow stomps]
Yeah…
Sometimes leaving is how you find your way.
[Verse 1: Lean guitar riff, swinging drums]
I spent too many nights
Trying to make this right,
Holding on to every word
We said beneath the lights.
I gave you all the love
I knew how to give,
But somewhere in the trying,
I forgot how to live.
[Pre-Chorus: Stop-start drums, sharp guitar jabs]
I bent till I broke,
I gave till it hurt.
Now I’m picking myself
Up out of the dirt.
[Chorus: Stomping drums, gang vocals answer]
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I can’t keep losing myself this way.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I’ll carry the love, but I can’t stay.
I gave it my heart, I gave it my all,
Now I’m finding my feet after the fall.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I ain’t coming back for another round.
[Verse 2: Dueling guitars trade sharp bends]
There were days we were good,
And I’ll remember those.
But a heart can hold on
When it’s time to let go.
I don’t need a villain,
I don’t need the blame.
I just need a little room
To find myself again.
[Pre-Chorus: Bass pushes forward, guitars tighten]
I don’t have to hate you
To know I should go.
Some doors have to close
So a heart can grow.
[Chorus: Bigger guitars, shouted responses]
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I can’t keep losing myself this way.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I’ll carry the love, but I can’t stay.
I gave it my heart, I gave it my all,
Now I’m finding my feet after the fall.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I ain’t coming back for another round.
[Bridge: Bass holds one note; two guitars spar]
One guitar cries, “Stay!”
One guitar screams, “Run!”
I loved you with everything;
Now the fighting is done.
I’ll carry the good,
Leave the hurt where it lies.
There’s a road up ahead
And a sun on the rise.
[Final Chorus: Full band, rough harmonies, stomps]
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I’m finding the strength to start again.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I don’t know the road, but I’ll find my way.
I gave it my heart, I gave it my all,
Now I’m finding my feet after the fall.
I’m walking away! (Walking away!)
I ain’t coming back for another round.
[Outro: Guitar bends fade, footsteps]
Another round…
Not this time.