The Bronx - Youth Wasted lyrics

rate me

The truth ends a truth feel love

...just get worse

Repetition makes us golden

A death crees a little bit closer

Sometimes the best laid plans

still ends with blood on your hands

Sometimes the best laid plans

still ends with blood on your hands

Don’t look back and loose your ground

Or keep passing doubts of doubt

The fault with the burning on each shoulder

The time has come to stop lying over

Sometimes the best they planned

I still am with blood on your hands

Sometimes the best they planned

I still am with blood on your hands

If I not move back my eyes remain

Of past present future, in my head

Waiting our love’s a bright light dawn

Youth is not wasted, I’m young

Sometimes the best they planned

I still am with blood on your hands

Sometimes the best they planned

I still am with blood on your hands

I gotta get this blood, off our hands

We gotta get this blood, off our hands.