Mike Grubb - End of the Season

End of the season, change in the air
Is there a point to going on?
Couldn't help, but I tried anyway
Push me away for one last time

What is your fight's point? Is it your name?

Couldn't be sweeter, I'm choking on sugar
Taking your drug, but I'm immune to the high
Nothing equates to a round of "I'm sorry"
Admit to something even if it's a lie... sometimes

Why say you're sorry? Rather hear you're right
Glass tears
And you keep it coming, coming... I can't stop running, running

Written by:
Michael Grubb

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