Oh I (why), I know that I've thrown it all away
It was, likely predestined to be this way
But I, still have only myself to blame today
Choosing, to fail is not something that is okay
I don't know, exactly though
Where I, made that decision of not to grow
I suppose, that on my own
It all, has something to do with being alone
I, I know that I've thrown it all away
It was, likely predestined to be this way
But I, still didn't resist it enough and stayed
Changing, is not something that you simply say
I don't know, exactly though
Where I, made that decision of not to grow
I suppose, that on my own
It all, has something to do with being alone