I've come to terms with the fact that
I'll never know what's ahead
I'll never get what's gone again
I won't see the sun
I want to come to terms with
All the flaws I'll think of
The problems that you have with me
Washed away, but never, never clean
I seem to be wanting to forget what I've done
I want to come to terms with you
With everything that you'll do
I want to come to terms with me
With everything that I'll be
Don't you know I didn't know that
Finite happiness is pretty strange
I've come to terms in a small, sectioned moment
Maybe to trick myself to believe it's true
I want to come to terms with my sanity
I've come to terms to believe in this moment
I might not ever be coming to