These days are full of darkness I should be thankful I can breathe Every man is in his castle And all our nights are crimson dreams
And I keep thinking what a waste of a life You only get one, right? And I keep thinking how it tastes to be alive You're so lucky, my God You're so lucky, my God
These days are fading faster And I don't practice what I preach I sit here, waiting for disaster To come and sweep me off my feet
And I keep thinking what a waste of a life You only get one, right? And I keep thinking how it tastes to be alive You're so lucky, my God I keep thinking what a waste of a life You only get one, right? And I keep thinking how it tastes to be alive You're so lucky, my God You're so lucky, my God
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh It's like I can hardly reach out And lift my voice loudly And summon the part of me That could have done something worthwhile If only I got out of my head Could you say of yourself this time? I gave everything to it I gave everything to it I gave everything to it
And I keep thinking what a waste of a life You only get one, right? And I keep thinking how it tastes to be alive You're so lucky, my God You're so lucky, my God
Compositores: Kyla Gemmel Bowen-la Grange (Kyla Bown-la Grange), Benjamin James Jackson (Ben Jackson) ECAD: Obra #31746467