Some find beauty in the vague, I find it as a tragic mistake. Weather the misfortune, the looming troubles, Yet leave the competition in our wake.
If this is what we’re left with, then it’s time to decimate it.
Another incidence of imperfect timing, Always arrived just a little too late. If this is what we’re left with, then it’s time to decimate it.
On my own, I learned to love and live and let go. With hopes I will be free, I’m free. On paths unknown, I’ll do this all alone.
If every dog has his day, Then why are we still sitting in the rain? Without a pulse, left to die. But with a grit and charm you can’t deny. If this is what we’re left with, then it’s time to decimate it.
On my own, I learned to love and live and let go. With hopes I will be free, I’m free. On paths unknown, I’ll do this all alone.