I've got nothing better to do than write these ugly letters
Touche, but the glove is tattered, it's frayed in the dirt as if that mattered
To lay down and die is easy, it's harder to live for what you believe
The dyanamite is lit but you're afraid to throw it,
There's no room for gray, it's a choice and you know it

It's always something, more important that comes between
Always something, and it adds up to nearly nothing

How can you be so shameless, standing in my shadow, uncertain and nameless?
And I'm cursing every moment I've bartered, trying to figure out how this started
To quit before you fail is easy, it's so convenient not to believe in anything
The fuse is getting shorter and you're still afraid to throw it
When it finally blows, is when you'll finally know it

I'ts always something, more important that comes between"
Always something, and it adds up to nearly nothing

All regrets return to stay, they remember every word you say
And as they turn inside your head, know I consider you...

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