it's my choice how i deal with my hardships
hands slip, i lose a grip
and whatever happens, happens
I try to live with the repercussions
In some ways stoic
From the ways I never show it
The beat's gone.
Last night, I danced it off
And now I'm left alert, awake
But never both
Alert, awake
but never both
I can tell from your face
You've got something to say
that could end my life.
And I could tell by your face
that you've been practicing your lines
bitch.
I can hear it in the sound waves.
Don't ever stop the music you make.
Because the beat's gone.
Last night, I danced it off.
I live to regret
Douse it in fire
wherever it is I keep my hardships
It's my choice what I do with my hardships
Hands slip, I lose a grip
And whatever happens, happens
How I deal with it
is irrelevant
When a curse or blessing remains to be seen
