The changing of times
Underoath
Never expected it to arrive so soon
But as the night drifted on
It came time to say goodbye
Turning your back and walking away
This cold winter morning is all that remains
Why couldn't you tell me to my face
Instead of hiding until I lost faith
A heart gets broken as a life gets set free
And all I asked was love me
Years passed, seasons changed and I waited
(Hate time to say goodbye, hate time)
Soon after was the pain
That would never reach you
You've gotten over me
But it seems I'll never get over you
On me I place this blame
Regrets
Praying heaven will open wide
And hold you tight
As for me, I'll be alright
This impact you would have
The songs I'd write
Dreams or you changing your mind
Anything to pass the time
But for now
I hope you can hear me as I cry
I love you and goodbye
But as the night drifted on
It came time to say goodbye
Turning your back and walking away
This cold winter morning is all that remains
Why couldn't you tell me to my face
Instead of hiding until I lost faith
A heart gets broken as a life gets set free
And all I asked was love me
Years passed, seasons changed and I waited
(Hate time to say goodbye, hate time)
Soon after was the pain
That would never reach you
You've gotten over me
But it seems I'll never get over you
On me I place this blame
Regrets
Praying heaven will open wide
And hold you tight
As for me, I'll be alright
This impact you would have
The songs I'd write
Dreams or you changing your mind
Anything to pass the time
But for now
I hope you can hear me as I cry
I love you and goodbye
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