There's a comfort in knowing just for
once exactly what'll take to be enough for me the knowledge
is now it's impossible to have the fear resides in me that it
may never be so why exhaust the effort I know that it'd waster
precious time and energy not much that I can spare and I
hate to sing these songs an days these words the truest
emotions I have my thoughts have been stripped bare but I
was that sucker the one born every minute didn't count the
hours or seconds that wouldn't fade away if I had only known
I would've savored every minute counted countless seconds
since you went away.