 Maybe I'll ask you why, it's so in season.
No matter how I try, all I need is love,
and your heart will never wonder why;
Or even try for (nothing.)
The only thing that I have done,
is live my life to feel the sun.
Where am I? And where do I begin?
This time I'll try.
In time I'll try to win.
Now I know that if I try, there's seven reasons.
And they all seem to seem alive.
Because I know they're tearing us apart.
All the things I did for you,
I never saw them through.
The only feelings that live on,
melt inside (inspite) the sun.
Where am I? And where can I begin?
This I'll try, the shining path of sin.
Where am I? And where do I fit in?
Although I wonder if it's true.
It floats through me and lives in you.
Just when I'm feeling so hot.
That heaven seems a mile below.
I saw through the pain in your eyes.
Hold me, together.
Sometimes, the truth's a failure.
Squeezing life from you and me.
Just hold me, to stop these feelings,
I'm falling.
Where am I? And where do I begin?
This time I'll try, the shining path of sin.
Where am I? And where do I fit in?
I wonder if it's true.
It floats through me and lives in you.
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