Desesperation

There are some ways to make it easier
There are some ways to make it worse
But there's no time to do what you're wanting to
The book is closed, you're out the door
When every year is like a minute of life
When your own hands won't do the work
The judge is waiting for you to go on
Learning the ways that lead where you know
But all the time you're looking for someone
Cause there's no way you can keep on
Hiding the truth your tongue refused to show
To ease your mind when all is gone
When all is gone!
There are some ways to make it easier
There are some ways to make it worse
But there's no time to do what you're wanting to
The book is closed, you're out the door
There are some ways to make it easier
Other ways to make it worse
There are some ways to make it easier
Other ways to make it worse
There are some ways to make it easier
Other ways to make it worse
There are some ways to make it easier
Other ways to make it worse
There are some ways to make it easier
Other ways to make it worse



Credits
Writer(s): Fran Quintana
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