Lately i've been asking myself questions
What it is that i was gonna do
Why do the bad times last so long where do all the good times go
Why do i screw up almost everything i do
Or maybe i should be less complicated
Not worry too much about stuff
Well i'm too brave too keep a hand on them
But i'm too scare to ever call a blow
Oh but give it to me straight
Just say if it's too late
Well that doesn't mean that we can't still be friends
Is it a compliment or curse
Or maybe something worse
That no one can accept it when i say that is the end
Or maybe i should keep things way more simple
And not worry so much about things
They dont seem'(to my wearing all my rings)
Oh so give it to me straight
Just say if it's too late
Well that doesn't mean that we can't still be friends
Is it a compliment or curse
Or maybe something worse
That no one can accept it when i say that is the end
The end
The end
The end
