There have been better days than this,
She still holds onto hope and reminisces.
He lay upon the floor in pain,
His cries for help were all in vain.
Blood pooled around, dark and set,
But she walked away, with no regrets.
Now pedal to the metal and radio full blast!
Leaving behind this shit in the past!
No need for these snotty women's stories about abuse,
Always have a knife handy for the last excuse.
In the realm of thoughts, we may deceive
Ourselves into thinking we could always reprieve.
But know this, the end will undeniably come,
That final moment when all is said and done.
One day, you will have a hard time admitting the truth,
That he didn't take your life, only your youth.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Innocent and naive, with a heart of gold.
Her name is Emily, just fourty years old.
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There have been better days than this,
She still holds onto hope and reminisces.
He lay upon the floor in pain,
His cries for help were all in vain.
Blood pooled around, dark and set,
But she walked away, with no regrets.
Now pedal to the metal and radio full blast!
Leaving behind this shit in the past!
No need for these snotty women's stories about abuse,
Always have a knife handy for the last excuse.
In the realm of thoughts, we may deceive
Ourselves into thinking we could always reprieve.
But know this, the end will undeniably come,
That final moment when all is said and done.
One day, you will have a hard time admitting the truth,
That he didn't take your life, only your youth.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Innocent and naive, with a heart of gold.
Her name is Emily, just fourty years old.
She still holds onto hope and reminisces.
He lay upon the floor in pain,
His cries for help were all in vain.
Blood pooled around, dark and set,
But she walked away, with no regrets.
Now pedal to the metal and radio full blast!
Leaving behind this shit in the past!
No need for these snotty women's stories about abuse,
Always have a knife handy for the last excuse.
In the realm of thoughts, we may deceive
Ourselves into thinking we could always reprieve.
But know this, the end will undeniably come,
That final moment when all is said and done.
One day, you will have a hard time admitting the truth,
That he didn't take your life, only your youth.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
And to hell with it, she says with a sigh,
The engine roaring as she drives on by
Memories that dissolve in the dawn.
A new life begins, her past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Past is gone.
Innocent and naive, with a heart of gold.
Her name is Emily, just fourty years old.
Writer: Mikalai Kaliunov
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC