All the Rage
Was it worth it, was it not
It all depends on what you got
And when you chose to make your getaway
Wrapped up in my desolation
Answering congratulations
Wishing all the best to those who stayed
I'd do it all again the same, almost
There's nothing much much that I would change, but
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
I was half a mile from Mercy
Closer than I might deserve
But I was never getting any closer in
My feet and heart were broken
By the words that went unspoken
On the rocks of paradise as I gave in
I'd do it all again the same, almost
There's not too much that I would change, but
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
All the rage as I lay bleeding
Did you think I was succeeding
As the curtain callers pulled me from the stage
All the rage you feel inside
All the rage you cannot hide
Yeah, there's nothing left inside but all the rage
Now the rage is all that's left
Call it business, call it theft
The pages, words, and people gone away
Much too slow and much too fast
There's just one thing that will last
I'm leaving you tonight with all the rage
I'd do it all again the same, almost
But there's so much that I would change
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
I'm leaving you with all the rage
There's nothing left but all the rage
It all depends on what you got
And when you chose to make your getaway
Wrapped up in my desolation
Answering congratulations
Wishing all the best to those who stayed
I'd do it all again the same, almost
There's nothing much much that I would change, but
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
I was half a mile from Mercy
Closer than I might deserve
But I was never getting any closer in
My feet and heart were broken
By the words that went unspoken
On the rocks of paradise as I gave in
I'd do it all again the same, almost
There's not too much that I would change, but
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
All the rage as I lay bleeding
Did you think I was succeeding
As the curtain callers pulled me from the stage
All the rage you feel inside
All the rage you cannot hide
Yeah, there's nothing left inside but all the rage
Now the rage is all that's left
Call it business, call it theft
The pages, words, and people gone away
Much too slow and much too fast
There's just one thing that will last
I'm leaving you tonight with all the rage
I'd do it all again the same, almost
But there's so much that I would change
Timing is a funny thing
That's why I'll always feel the sting
Of leaving you with all the rage
I'm leaving you with all the rage
There's nothing left but all the rage
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Writer(s): Russell Edward Somers
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