THESE ARE THE DAYS

These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You’re left counting the ways
That I’ve done you wrong

They’re gonna hang me high
For my crimes
I’ve got nothing to lose now
But these tears I’m crying

It’s high time that I paid the price
So that the next time maybe I’ll think twice
Does it matter to you, girl
To know that I’m in misery?

These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You’re left counting the ways
That I’ve done you wrong

It’s five o’clock in the morning
And I’m not home
I’m surrounded by people
But I’m really alone

I know I’m keeping you waiting, girl
But I don’t care
I’d come running to you
If I weren’t tied to this chair
I’m so tired of hiding, baby
And getting wrapped up in lies

These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You’re left counting the ways
That I’ve done you wrong

CHANGES, PT. 1

Changes, running through my life
And you get farther, and farther behind me
But I’m not answering
For anything I did anymore

Changes, running through my life
And it gets harder and harder to find me
But I’m not living
The way I did anymore

There’s a lot of people round and they’re saying
That there’s something not right with me
Just sitting here hoping and praying
That you’ll be the one to see
Taken a wrong turn once or twice
And I’m not really sure how to live my life
I’ll just take it slow, I’ll just take it slow

Changes, running through my life
And you get smaller and smaller inside me
And I’m not living
The way I did anymore

There’s a lot of people round and they’re saying
That there’s something not right with me
Just sitting here hoping and praying
I’ll just take it slow

There’s a lot of people round and they’re saying
That there’s something not right with me
Just sitting here hoping and praying
And it gets harder
There’s a lot of people round and they’re saying
That there’s something not right with me
Just sitting here hoping and praying
I’ll just take it slow and it gets harder