I cannot live with this feeling in my soul
Where I fail to find any semblance of control
Days of the past are all that keep me going
I turn a blind eye, but i feel it in my soul
I'm coming home I've done my time
And you say it's too late to apologise
You say you're sorry, i say I'm fine
That I'm alright, yeah I'm alright
Just give it time
Just give it time
Just give it time
Just give it time
And what's the point if conversations got us feeling like we're wronged
Talking like two people that we're not
And does it really matter or are we wasting time
If I can't see myself in your eyes, can you see yourself in mine?
I'm coming home I've done my time
And you say it's too late to apologize
You say you're sorry, i say I'm fine
That I'm alright, yeah I'm alright
