Из альбома: My Own Best Enemy

Locked up tight but holding the key
Clock keeps ticking like laughting at me
I wonder what spell I´m under
Days go by in a pulseless haze
Who´s that person who´s wearing my face denying
What he´s hiding I can´t go on like this
I won´t let myself miss the rest of my life
When something´s come and gone
What good is holding on
Why waste tomorrow chasing yesterday
I part my lips tp speak
But the words are out of reach I guess that really means
There´s nothing left to say
I guess we could carry on living asleep
But who is the fool if we chose to just keep pretending
that this ain´t ending
I wish you all that I wish for myself
To have that ache of emptiness behind us
And not still inside us
It´s time to take that dare
There´s still a world out there waiting for me
When something´s come and gone
What good is holding on
Why waste tomorrow chasing yesterday
I part my lips tp speak
But the words are out of reach I guess that really means
There´s nothing left to say
We did the best we could
Just like we thought we should
But sometimes you´ve got to just let go
When something´s come and gone
What good is holding on
Why waste tomorrow chasing yesterday
I part my lips tp speak
But the words are out of reach I guess that really means
There´s nothing left to say

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