Penumbra
Is it all lost?
I'd like to think that there's still hope
And I still rather learn than to give up
There is so much for me
And I'm just done waiting for it all
To come to me
I've got to get my hands dirty
And learn to get what I want
On the road in winter's rain
I feel the rain on my face
If something were to happen
I wouldn't mind at all
I'm not angry nor sad, I'll soon be over it
It's done and dusted
I would much rather
Would so much rather
Die alone tonight
Waking and fainting in your breast
Would be so bad?
And if I perish, and with me killed all the dreams I've built
I lock myself in all four of these walls
With my shirt I choke out of the misery
That comes out my mouth
On the road in winter's rain
I feel the rain on my face
If something were to happen
I wouldn't mind at all
Waking and fainting in your breast
Would be so bad?
And if I perish, and with me killed all the dreams I've built
It's still not lost
I'd like to think that there's still hope
I'd still rather learn than to give up
There is still so much for me
I'm just so done
Waiting for it all to come to me
And I've got to get my hands dirty
And get what I want
I'd like to think that there's still hope
And I still rather learn than to give up
There is so much for me
And I'm just done waiting for it all
To come to me
I've got to get my hands dirty
And learn to get what I want
On the road in winter's rain
I feel the rain on my face
If something were to happen
I wouldn't mind at all
I'm not angry nor sad, I'll soon be over it
It's done and dusted
I would much rather
Would so much rather
Die alone tonight
Waking and fainting in your breast
Would be so bad?
And if I perish, and with me killed all the dreams I've built
I lock myself in all four of these walls
With my shirt I choke out of the misery
That comes out my mouth
On the road in winter's rain
I feel the rain on my face
If something were to happen
I wouldn't mind at all
Waking and fainting in your breast
Would be so bad?
And if I perish, and with me killed all the dreams I've built
It's still not lost
I'd like to think that there's still hope
I'd still rather learn than to give up
There is still so much for me
I'm just so done
Waiting for it all to come to me
And I've got to get my hands dirty
And get what I want
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Writer(s): Sydney Burgos
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