Too Late for Roses [20 Year Anniversary Edition]

Some kind of friction has scarred me But created your new style My reasons to endure used to be Based around who you were And your brilliant passion that could blaze Right in front of a perfect stranger This is my downfall, my blemish This is my downfall, my blemish I've been told This is my downfall, my blemish I've been told before Quit holding on to what she was She doesn't recognize you Or herself anymore She's stuck in the process Of embracing what crumbles And when it happens And when it happens And when it happens And when it happens There will be no apologies There will be no apologies She chose to collapse what held her And if not cautious (she chose) there may never be A cradle to soften her descent like clouds New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual They're never tangible, never tangible Never tangible It's so brutal Give it all up for nothing And having no power to stop them To stop them, to stop them, to stop them Someone give me Give me power to stop them, for nothing And give me your power To stop them To stop them To stop them To stop them Having no power to stop them Giving no power, so stop them Have nothing, no power to stop them To stop them For nothing, for nothing For nothing, for nothing For nothing, for nothing