Quiver

As old roses dry and wilt
As our hearts grow cold apart
It's to much trouble to admit
These thoughts which screamed out from the start

This time you were right, I get it
I was wrong
And now we can go, forget it
All I've done

Easier thought than said
A fleeting ego just might leave grace
Anxious lips quivering with dread
This pride making us run in place

This time you were right, I get it
I was wrong
And now we can go, forget it
All I've done



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Shane
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