Chances

Well, brick by brick
Rebuilding from the ashes
Don’t let these things grow old
This life’s a game of chances
And it seems like, maybe to me
That we did most the carving
Are those tattoos we made
Or just a love of scarring
Ourselves
Ourselves

Well, sip by sip
One step and three steps backwards
Just keep these things locked up
We make for better actors
And it seems like, just possibly
That we did most the harming
It’s been severed for too long
There’s no use in crying
Now
Crying now

We are, we are no one else
And we are, we are
We are, we are no one else
And we are, and we are just no one

Well, brick by brick
Destroying in the ashes
Don’t let these things grow old
We might have better chances
And it seems like, well probably
That we won’t leave a marking
We’ll keep the flame real close
You know we’re good at starting
Over

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About AmpleAnchors

I'm just an avid writer. A teacher. A student. Showing feelings of an almost human nature... I love music and most of my writings are also songs. Someday soon I will post a link to my music too.
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