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Senses Fail - Life Is Not A Waiting Room Senses Fail - Life Is Not A Waiting Room |
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| I stand alone on the verge of 24
I cannot doubt, I'm left unsure
Everyone I know has a casket made
The black spins out, their roads are paved
Do I still have time to make mistakes?
Is this the point, will I bend or break
Am I too far gone to medicate
Is this a birth or is this a wake?
There was a part of me,
That I lost when i was 17
I can't get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plays
Was just an act
I would slit my throat and blindly through my life
Desperate I am meshed with two black eyes
At the mouth of a river people shit,
With concrete shoes, ready to jump in
Do I still have time to chase my dreams?
Or did that pass, sail out and leave?
Is there still room for me to grow?
Or is this few all that I know?
There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plays
Was just an act
Sometimes I want, to just give in
Accept the answers without a question
Its easier, I must confess
To treat this life like its a waiting room for death
How can I make sense of this mess?
I'll Share my emptiness, with a glass
It's my best bet for happiness
There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plays
Was just an act
There was a part of me,
That I lost when I was 17
I cant get back
The innocence I gave to seats
In between Jersey plays
Was just an act |
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