Some days I think some things
aren't meant to be quite yet,
but somedays I waste all my tears
on what I can't forget.
There's so many braver people
turning in their graves,
While I'm still so weakhearted
I'm afraid to turn the page,
Hide behind
what you know
never let
the feelings go.
Make a stand,
make a mess,
there's nothing true,
you could confess.
