the leftovers
Written and produced by Dave Sison
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Lyrics
It's too late to be alone now, I've got friends that feel like home.
I used to question my life often, now I'm starting to let it go.
There's no point in trying to control things in life that you cannot grasp.
It's a tree that soon withers; just accept the autumn leaves of your past.
It will pass.
"Moving forward is easier said than done," said the pessimist to the only one he's trying to love: himself.
He can't figure out why relationships had to go; he had to learn that it's like snow; it melts and turns back to what it always was.
He had to go back to himself, reflect, and grieve, but eventually find some help.
A few friends and family are just always there, a few cries in the corner, a few hugs from a sister,
A few nights to get over a wound that will last.
You cannot remove your past, so don't try to look past your sadness.
Eventually, it blooms like spring rushing to the autumn leaves of your past.