Is there some kind of strategy that’s never been explained to me? On how you should deal when Everything you love comes crashing down Open my mouth But not a sound comes out I think of just how bad that I wish that I could go back To correct decisions made And counteract feeling so afraid
I’m starting to see what you said All along but I But I still disagree Can’t put a price tag on The things we’ve seen Or the nights that meant the world to me
It’s impossible to choose With everything that you’ve got Left to lose
I hope I never see the day when ambition fades away I’d rather dive off of the Newburgh-Beacon than live a life so meaningless Cover my mouth So not a sound comes out No matter what the outcome Accept it that I can’t go back To correct decisions made And counteract feeling so afraid
I’m starting to see what you said All along but I But I still disagree Can’t put a price tag on The things we’ve seen Or the nights that meant so much to me
Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit Your dreams will never come true Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit Those dreams will never come true
It’s impossible to choose With everything that you’ve got Left to lose And these days Nothing’s ever black and white We’re just all lost in the details
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone? Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone? Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone? Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
