Текст песни: Whippersnapper. America's Favorite Pastime. Tragic Flaw.
You're only moving faster, falling further, slip away from me this failing situation breeds frustration in all I try to be, I just can't understand what makes you feel this way. I just can 't stand to sit and watch you walk away. Sometimes I feel like I'm to blame Sometimes I feel like there's nothing left for me to say, Left with all these memories, but they don't look the same and in my mind I picture them they seem so far away I think of how things used to be without comfort, without shame where is the lesson I should have learned? Why cant I find my way? Try to ask the reason, keep on reaching for a broken dream I reach a revelation, I'm not waiting on some fantasy. And I can't hate you for what you've done just made me realize you're not the one. 'what you are' and 'what you were' are not the same I guess I was right the first time, I'm not the only one to blame. Left with all these memories, but they don't look the same and in my mind I picture them they seem so far away I think of how things used to be without comfort, without shame where is the lesson I should have learned? Why can't I find my way? Still breathing, believing go ahead and turn your back on me You're losing that feeling, you don't know what it means to me
America's Favorite Pastime
Whippersnapper
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