One Way Street
One Way Street
Things could be argued one way or the other
But as what I feel does not matter then I can only see
Through better or worse I always felt like I tried
But it did not seem to matter when the beast came to play
Everything I thought I did was dismissed
Told once again in my life that it was not enough
Like slamming my face into a wall, it felt like I could not give any more
And even if I had found something else would it have been enough?
But that did not matter because I do not think I could have
The words gave back enough to make me recoil and want to cry from the loss
Now I stand at the end of this long road as the traffic passes
Whether it was that one way Stree would depend on who you ask
Things could be argued one way or the other
But as what I feel does not matter then I can only see
Through better or worse I always felt like I tried
But it did not seem to matter when the beast came to play
Everything I thought I did was dismissed
Told once again in my life that it was not enough
Like slamming my face into a wall, it felt like I could not give any more
And even if I had found something else would it have been enough?
But that did not matter because I do not think I could have
The words gave back enough to make me recoil and want to cry from the loss
Now I stand at the end of this long road as the traffic passes
Whether it was that one way Stree would depend on who you ask
