These Times...

Say what you want or need now
This room is in silence
And I think I know how you feel
She can be headstrong
And she'll hold back the tears
May not be my blood son
But these bloodstains they were real
Very (real)

We're falling to pieces
This truly is our weakness

How can you say, I've not been here before
I know the voices in your head won't last much more
And as

We're falling to pieces
This truly is our weakness

In times of need
Will you speak your mind
For your silence
Hasn't helped one time
These tears will fall from your eyes
As we are begging you
For now that you are still young
And you help me through
These times
Never forget
Our son

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ohh, ooh
Ahh, ahh

I'm falling to pieces
This truly is my idea of hell now

In times like these
Won't you speak your mind
For this silence
Has not helped one time
Now we're all down on our knees
As we are begging you
For now that you are still young
And you will get us through
These times
And when this gets hard
Won't you see I've been real
Cos' this is my gift to you
My son



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Phelan, Dale Ball
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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