Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blooms, artist - Youth Fountain. Album song Letters to Our Former Selves, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 07.03.2019
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
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 |