Chance (Chris Zaren - Please vote!) by Zaren

CHANCE

I'm running to rid my mind
Of all of the things you said to me
As if I didn't already have enough to do with my time

You know I can't afford to pay
For all of the games you had to play
Turned to toss my sights to erase

So I fell nine stories to try to warn you
So cold and shivering, I had to drop
We were way too high and we tried to make it stop

Tried to make it stop...

But it was, too late to leave today

Too close to call

I gave it one last chance just for the hell of it
Try to get a taste of it all...of it all

I will listen to you
With my ears I will try to sooth your fears
But today you said there was nothing left to say

So I told nine stories to try to warm you
No more shivering, too tall to top
We were way too high and we tried to make it stop...
Tried to make it stop

And I'm walking on the high side of the clouds
Slipping through the suns' rays when I hears out loud
That it was...

Too late to leave today

Too close to call

I gave it one last chance just for the hell of it
Try to get a taste of it all...of it all

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