The way I see it, there's nothing I can say to make this easier on you. You wanted answers, but now you've got your way you prefer miracles to truth.
You're so very clever. Ain't that the gospel truth? And all the world's locked gates and doors swing open just for you. Just wait until you're eighteen and you're let loose on society. You'll show the world, you'll show them all the overnight success you're gonna be.
You wannabe, you wanna be without the mess of trying to be.
Did you really wanna hear "there is nothing you can't do," now you're responsible, what the hell is your excuse? Your old possibilities, you have thrown them all away. You can't believe your eyes, sore from crying over wasted years and years and years go by and you'll do anything but try to salvage something from the wreck and make somebody of yourself.
The time's not right, and neither is the weather so you've got no choice but to pause all your endeavours. What's the use in trying if perfection isn't there? If it's not all the way, why bother going anywhere?
I am sick of your excuses. Is that all you've got?
Did you really wanna hear "there is nothing you can't do," now you're responsible, what the hell is your excuse? Your old possibilities, you have thrown them all away. You can't believe your eyes, sore from crying over wasted years and years and years go by and you'll do anything but try to salvage something from the wreck and make somebody of yourself.
Waiting on that nonexistant perfect time to go has always been the perfect way never to try, the perfect way never to know.
Did you really wanna hear "there is nothing you can't do," now you're responsible, what the hell is your excuse? Your old possibilities, you have thrown them all away. You can't believe your eyes, sore from crying over wasted years and years and years go by and you'll do anything but try to salvage something from the wreck and make somebody of yourself.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
