Lyrics Blooms - Youth Fountain

Blooms

This will forever be an apology
'Cause I know somehow, it will set me free
I can’t hold onto the self-abuse
It’s not your fault I missed my chance to bloom
Everything fades away
We’ll all meet the same fate
Even if you grow old or die alone
What difference will it make?
I’m obsolete, (I'm obsolete) so easy to replace
I won’t deserve a chance at happiness living this way
Just another line about the better days
Finding peace in what you had
I tell myself one day I’ll reminisce and say:
«Things really weren’t so bad.»
But I still can’t seem to let go
So I’m the only one to blame for my bleak view on life
Left all alone in the mundane
But I know you know what it feels like, kid
You once loved so much, but hate yourself for what you did
So I’ll cry for help to find myself in everyone else
That’s not the person you thought you’d be
Everything fades away
We’ll all meet the same fate
Even if you grow old or die alone
What difference will it make?
I’m obsolete, (I'm obsolete) so easy to replace
I won’t deserve a chance at happiness living this way
It’s constant heartache
To face the world, time after time
When you only have so much of it
I feel my life just slip by
Is this all even real?
Is there something more to this?
All those moments we’ll miss
When we’re knocked back into the abyss
Would someone just give me a purpose to have?
'Cause my past can’t be the best thing that ever happened to me
This sadness just won’t stop defining me
I lost my chance to leave to a promised land, to feel whole again
Excerpt from Bill Nye:
«I think about mortality continually.
I won’t say constantly, but everyday.
And so watching ourselves die is to me overwhelming evidence that there is no
life after death.
And the troubling, troubling consequence of this is you don’t
have to be perfect, you just have to be good enough.»
Well there’s nothing left to see
But an empty, worthless shell of a man
And that’s nothing to be proud of
I’ll never know who I am
And with all those late-night thoughts
Knowing in the back of my head, I’ll never see you again
And you know the older that I get
The more surprised I’ll be I haven’t ended it all yet