You find yourself at the bitter end Of a town that never felt like your home You're going over your life again But back and forth has never been your strong suit You have had your chances Built your dreams But nothing ever is what is seems You have learned the hard way that luck doesn't last And that the days go by too fast The harder you twist it the further it goes Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most Waiting for the news to come that you are better off When you're on your own may come Or maybe it won't so take it slow Feeling like a nomadic fiend With no place to go and no one to turn to You pick up pieces not belonging to you Hoping death will find you sooner than the reaper has intended to The harder you twist it the further it goes Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most Waiting for the news to come that you are better off When you're on your own may come Or maybe it won't so take it slow The harder you twist it the further it goes Sometimes the only thing that matters hurts the most Waiting for the news to come that you are better off When you're on your own may come Or maybe it won't so take it slow Maybe it won't so take it slow Maybe it won't so take it slow