Im leaving now, without a sound
Stare at the ground
If there were clouds I wouldnt know it
Its all the same, this life mundane
And no I cant explain
Why I felt this way I but never showed it
And its hard to feel defeat
When we never had anything concrete
I couldnt even tell you what that means
Oh, yea
Youre like a fistful of dry sand
Whoa, yea
Watch it pour out from my hand
You were never one to
Admit to your mistakes
Yea wed all love to think were perfect
But the fact we cant remains
Spending your life
Living off of past success
Never letting go of old regrets
Is a pretty cheap excuse for never making any progress
Oh, yea
And one thing Ill guarantee
Oh, yea
That sure wont be my story
So go ahead and blame for what Ive done
But know Im not the only one
To cause this problem
And feel free to accuse me if you wish
I can only speak for myself,
But Ill get through this
I knew youd overdue this
And all I know now
Is what Id like to think
If there were clouds Id float above em
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