You find yourself at the bitter end
Of a town that never felt like your home
You're going over your life again
But back and forth has never been your strong suit
You have had your chances
Built your dreams
But nothing ever is what is seems
You have learned the hard way that luck doesn't last
And that the days go by too fast
The harder you twist it the further it goes
Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most
Waiting for the news to come that you are better off
When you're on your own may come
Or maybe it won't so take it slow
Feeling like a nomadic fiend
With no place to go and no one to turn to
You pick up pieces not belonging to you
Hoping death will find you sooner than the reaper has intended to
The harder you twist it the further it goes
Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most
Waiting for the news to come that you are better off
When you're on your own may come
Or maybe it won't so take it slow
The harder you twist it the further it goes
Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most
Waiting for the news to come that you are better off
When you're on your own may come
Or maybe it won't so take it slow
Maybe it won't so take it slow
Maybe it won't so take it slow