Seperate ways
What is a man supposed to do,
when his heart is shredded through?
Fight for a prize he shall never win,
or walk away and face being condemned?
What do I have to do or say,
to lift your eyes, make you look my way?
And how do I make myself let you go,
to live your life, and learn all you will know?
Vision becomes so blurred, storm surges are starry,
all my stuttering, and I cant find any words better than "I'm sorry".
So what is a man to do during the days,
his heart and soul take thier seperate ways?
when his heart is shredded through?
Fight for a prize he shall never win,
or walk away and face being condemned?
What do I have to do or say,
to lift your eyes, make you look my way?
And how do I make myself let you go,
to live your life, and learn all you will know?
Vision becomes so blurred, storm surges are starry,
all my stuttering, and I cant find any words better than "I'm sorry".
So what is a man to do during the days,
his heart and soul take thier seperate ways?
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