narrator
11-19-2002, 10:55 AM
He said belated
Like you could have stated
Something worth knowing
Inside we’re throwing out whatever was worth showing
We’re not making out
It’s not working out
I’m getting stronger
It’s not getting weaker
Things don’t work out
Don’t ask me about it
It’s all just growth related
It never could make it
Not then, not on that route
She said it would be better here
No difference in life’s consistence
Everything’s growing, to an easy mourning
Cuz it’s just too simple, to let go
Never know, that we could sow, our own warning
They dying decided
Like those words recited
Were anything worth learning
Outside taking it on whatever it was concerning
We’re not settled in
I won’t understand him
That’s not getting lighter
The walls aren’t getting tighter
Things don’t work out
Don’t ask me about it
It’s all just growth related
They never could make it
Not like it would ever come out
The empty room, filled with guilt
Of an empty conscience, intended me to be have innocence
We’re all just dying, that’s why she’s crying
It never was that simple, to just to let go
We couldn’t know, that it would go, that everyone else had been lying
Is it harder with growth relating to your fading?
Is it harder admitting that you were committing
The ignorance without consequence or
That growing up with you would be better without me
Like you could have stated
Something worth knowing
Inside we’re throwing out whatever was worth showing
We’re not making out
It’s not working out
I’m getting stronger
It’s not getting weaker
Things don’t work out
Don’t ask me about it
It’s all just growth related
It never could make it
Not then, not on that route
She said it would be better here
No difference in life’s consistence
Everything’s growing, to an easy mourning
Cuz it’s just too simple, to let go
Never know, that we could sow, our own warning
They dying decided
Like those words recited
Were anything worth learning
Outside taking it on whatever it was concerning
We’re not settled in
I won’t understand him
That’s not getting lighter
The walls aren’t getting tighter
Things don’t work out
Don’t ask me about it
It’s all just growth related
They never could make it
Not like it would ever come out
The empty room, filled with guilt
Of an empty conscience, intended me to be have innocence
We’re all just dying, that’s why she’s crying
It never was that simple, to just to let go
We couldn’t know, that it would go, that everyone else had been lying
Is it harder with growth relating to your fading?
Is it harder admitting that you were committing
The ignorance without consequence or
That growing up with you would be better without me