Nothing Left

Went and made the same mistake one more time,

like I don’t remember

where it ends up.

I keep trying to tell myself “go in blind”

and deal with whatever

the consequence is.

But every time I do, I regret the move

Reuse old excuses

just hoping they’ll do something new.

I can’t seem to choose, blame it on my youth

Hope I grow into

someone else with nothing left to prove

I can’t seem to choose, blame it on my youth

Hope I grow into

someone else with nothing left to prove

I wanna know — I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t

Do I wanna know — do I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t

Would it change a thing if I could understand,

would I stop trying,

would it define me?

trying to hold the future with tied up hands;

is it just bad timing?

Do I stop fighting?

Every time I do, I regret the move

Reuse old excuses

just hoping they’ll do something new.

I can’t seem to choose, blame it on my youth

Hope I grow into

someone else with nothing left to prove

I can’t seem to choose, blame it on my youth

Hope I grow into

someone else with nothing left to prove

I wanna know — I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t

Do I wanna know — do I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t

I wanna know — I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t

Do I wanna know — do I wanna know

something I don’t — something I don’t