Life is a vine that grows beneath The window Before weaving through The shudders. Life is the vine That contradicts Your insurance contract Before being cut down.
Sit there and stare me down. In your little world tear me to shreds. I will be sitting here, At two o'clock every Friday So pull up a chair, make yourself at home, My home, that will remain mine. You will not win this time.
When I told you I wasn't ready I meant it But then you looked at me as if you thought otherwise And I questioned myself. When I told you I was ready I meant it But then you looked at me as if you thought otherwise But I never questioned myself.
I honestly believe that there is no such thing as a bad choice Because no matter what you choose You will always learn a lesson Even if the lesson is just that next time, You need to make a better choice.