Text: Deville. Pleasure To Burn. Nothing.

nothing good can ever seem to come from this so
what's it matter? from every chance i get i will
always run i can't even try to take a shot at
something that

i've wanted, i've known and it's something that
has always seemed to haunt me in the end no way
will i turn back and it's something that i needed
something i just gotta have

something good just has to finally come from this
so we can make it this time i won't turn my back
i'll take my shot we're gonna make it

i just can't believe that it's taken so long for
us to finally come around decisions have been made
and i guess it's true what they say, it will be all
right in the end

i just hope that this won't all fall apart and keep
us waiting in the end for all our greatest dreams
to come true

well i know that this makes me i can't believe you
broke me down to this just to get away from me and
i just can't believe that it's taken so long for us
to finally come around, with everything that i tried
to tell you i never quite made it through to you
let's throw away things we couldn't do