كلمات Youth Wasted

The truth ends a truth feel love ...Just get worse Repetition makes us golden A death crees a little bit closer Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands Don’t look back and loose your ground Or keep passing doubts of doubt The fault with the burning on each shoulder The time has come to stop lying over Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands If I not move back my eyes remain Of past present future, in my head Waiting our love’s a bright light dawn Youth is not wasted, I’m young Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands Sometimes the best they planned I still am with blood on your hands I gotta get this blood, off our hands We gotta get this blood, off our hands.