3 Ways Of Thinking Years
a while ago, i left everything i knew behind,
gave my heart and soul to them,
cause a while ago, i swore to myself i'd quit my life,
and i put everything i had left, in it.
and its hard when i wake up and think,
of the things i've given up
i wouldnt change a single second of the minutes ive spent
for the world
i appreciate a little depth,
these teenage eyes have so much more than their years, oh
it's a different kind of love, its addictive, its intense, its everything
i cant let go of the feeling when i hear
hear the crowd screaming our names
weve come to far to leave this life behind, i wont wait,
and watch you throw this away
scream at me, slam the door, but i wont ever let you, let go
and its hard when i wake up and think,
of the things i've given up
i wouldnt change a single second of the minutes ive spent
for the world
i appreciate a little depth,
these teenage eyes have so much more than their years
i swear to god, if i die tonight, of a broken heart
it's all your fault,
theres nothing i hate more, than to watch
talent go to waste,
look to me, for the answers, cause it feels like im the only one still standing fighting
you helped me, find my voice again, and now im not letting you ever give in.
