These times are slipping through my hands
I grasp for all that I can stand
Here ends the search to make amends
I'll start again
These times of gold are stained like glass
No sense of refuge in the past
Don't blame yourself
How could you tell
This life was hell
So now I try
To see a different side
And now I try
To make it seem real
It's hard to try
When you never seem to win
When you just try
Again and again
Sometimes I wonder why I try
While all the ones that I love die
The way things change
Is such a shame
It's just not the same
Sometimes I stare up from my bed
When things ain't working in my head
I think of how it ought to be
I can't see me
But now I try
To see a different side
And now I try
To make it seem real
It's hard to try
When you never seem to win
When you just try
Again and again
Again and again
Let me get this straight
You say life's just
Sitting on the bench
Waiting for the next bus
Let me get this straight
You say life's just
Sitting on the bench
Waiting for the next bus
I want a ride of my own
I want a ride of my own
I want a ride of my own
I want a ride of my own
A ride of my own
Yeah
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