paroles de chanson Lemon Drop - Berried Alive

I am a failure
It′s self-diagnosed
Never made it
But damn I came close

Now I'm aimlessly roaming this set like a ghost
I hated this life but I′ll fix it in post
I think the most hopeless word is "almost"

Racing headfirst down a rough mental decline
Grieving the death of these daydreams of mine
Racing headfirst down a rough mental decline
Grieving the death of these daydreams of mine
Mourning the wastefullness of my time
Hating myself but pretending it's fine

Practicing patience is something that I hate
I want it all and I won't wait
Cursed with ideas and no will to create
Learn to be something
Afraid it′s too late

It′s too late

Now I'm aimlessly roaming this set like a ghost
I hated this life but I′ll fix it in post
I think the most hopeless word is "almost"

Realizing nothing will ever be the same
How much disappointment can one life contain?
Desperately searching for someone to blame
Time is a demon, I spit right in it's face
Future wide open, I′ve canceled my plans
Let my ambitions slip right through my hands

Practicing patience is something that I hate
I want it all and I won't wait
Cursed with ideas and no will to create
Learn to be something
Afraid it′s too late

Drowning myself in this sinking feeling
Those doors and shattered the ceiling
Turning back, I'm facing facts
I know that

I am a failure
It's self-diagnosed
Never made it
But damn I came close

Now I′m aimlessly roaming this set like a ghost
I hated this life but I′ll fix it in post

I am a failure
It's self-diagnosed
I think the most hopeless word is "almost"