Letra de Seed

intent on coming clean unfolding with the scene and on the paper waded and tossed on the floor she idles by and counts the days while pressure mounts sick with regret and fearing all tomorrow doors once open now are shut maybe they're not locked yet, but do you wonder? is it too late? was it worth it? was it so great? do you wonder how different everything might have been? and could it be again? i can't know how you feel no wisdom to reveal but it's hard to see you bearing all this by yourself won't condescend to you there's nothing i can do for what it's worth, though, you can make it through this broken heart and broken will and you're not broken yet, but still disappointed, i confess but i don't love you any less