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bleed moxie - we ain't got too much left Lyrics



bleed moxie - we ain't got too much left Lyrics




We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears
We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears

I'm runnin feelin out of time
Can't look back, can't press rewind
Never really had my chance to shine
Now I'm middle age, might be passed my prime
Been on my path with no kids or wife
Both are things I probably would have liked
Could change, could get my chance but when you're middle age there's no promise of that
I'm ok if that never happens
I been worried bout the time that's passin
Been worried bout the growth I been lackin
Been worried bout the cash I ain't stackin
Been worried bout what happens when I'm 60
Lookin back, wishin on when I was 50
Realized I'm as young as I'll get, sittin round thinkin bout all the time I spent
Dreamin on what was next to come
Now I look up and its almost done
Now all I see are these forehead lines
And the wrinkles formin round my eyes
It's no secret that I miss my youth
It's no secret that yeah I miss you
It's no secret that I'm scared of death
No secret wish I knew what came next
If I'm denied cuz of the things I didn't do and then I'm all alone and I don't see you
I want this song to prove it was you who got me through
All the times in my life when everything was in ruins
Can't handle our time runnin out
You're the only one I even think about
Pay attention to the message I'm sending
Starin at the final scene and I'm scared of the ending

We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears
We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears

Can't imagine all the things I've done
Now I go to bed look for a rising sun
I never really expected this fear to grip
But it's got me by the throat and wont let me slip
Maybe I feel I didn't do enough
Hoped to change the world and do all that stuff
All the shit they tell you when you growing up
Now lookin back it just feels I flopped
I had a lot of times when I wanted to stop
Wanted to avoid a diagnosis talk
Wanted to avoid hearing bout my dementia
Or any other illness that the universe sent ya
I never really wanted to see my body fail
Or face the idea of heading straight to hell
Cuz no one knows what is next to come
If there's any space in heaven hope I get me some
But it's not even heaven if I'm there without you
So how do I guarantee that you'll get there too?
Can't go it alone and be all by myself
Cuz that seems to me like a sentence to hell
And I ain't scared, I can dance with the devil
But being all alone might just test my mettle
Running from the fears runnin round my brain
I wonder why I put myself through this pain
I guess my Anxiety won't let me win
I'm dealing with the fear I wont see you again
So I need it to be clear that when that finally happens
I'm really truly sorry for the time that's been passin
And I haven't been around, haven't made the call
I know I dropped the ball but I'm tellin you now
So pay attention to the message
Starin at the final chapter and I'm scared of the ending
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We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears
We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears

I'm runnin feelin out of time
Can't look back, can't press rewind
Never really had my chance to shine
Now I'm middle age, might be passed my prime
Been on my path with no kids or wife
Both are things I probably would have liked
Could change, could get my chance but when you're middle age there's no promise of that
I'm ok if that never happens
I been worried bout the time that's passin
Been worried bout the growth I been lackin
Been worried bout the cash I ain't stackin
Been worried bout what happens when I'm 60
Lookin back, wishin on when I was 50
Realized I'm as young as I'll get, sittin round thinkin bout all the time I spent
Dreamin on what was next to come
Now I look up and its almost done
Now all I see are these forehead lines
And the wrinkles formin round my eyes
It's no secret that I miss my youth
It's no secret that yeah I miss you
It's no secret that I'm scared of death
No secret wish I knew what came next
If I'm denied cuz of the things I didn't do and then I'm all alone and I don't see you
I want this song to prove it was you who got me through
All the times in my life when everything was in ruins
Can't handle our time runnin out
You're the only one I even think about
Pay attention to the message I'm sending
Starin at the final scene and I'm scared of the ending

We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears
We ain't got too much left
Everybody gotta face their death
Everybody gotta face they fate
Countin down the remaining days
We ain't got too many minutes
How you figure out what you gonna to do with it
We ain't got too many years
In the mirror how you face those fears

Can't imagine all the things I've done
Now I go to bed look for a rising sun
I never really expected this fear to grip
But it's got me by the throat and wont let me slip
Maybe I feel I didn't do enough
Hoped to change the world and do all that stuff
All the shit they tell you when you growing up
Now lookin back it just feels I flopped
I had a lot of times when I wanted to stop
Wanted to avoid a diagnosis talk
Wanted to avoid hearing bout my dementia
Or any other illness that the universe sent ya
I never really wanted to see my body fail
Or face the idea of heading straight to hell
Cuz no one knows what is next to come
If there's any space in heaven hope I get me some
But it's not even heaven if I'm there without you
So how do I guarantee that you'll get there too?
Can't go it alone and be all by myself
Cuz that seems to me like a sentence to hell
And I ain't scared, I can dance with the devil
But being all alone might just test my mettle
Running from the fears runnin round my brain
I wonder why I put myself through this pain
I guess my Anxiety won't let me win
I'm dealing with the fear I wont see you again
So I need it to be clear that when that finally happens
I'm really truly sorry for the time that's been passin
And I haven't been around, haven't made the call
I know I dropped the ball but I'm tellin you now
So pay attention to the message
Starin at the final chapter and I'm scared of the ending
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Writer: Mitchel Paulson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: bleed moxie
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: Mitchel Paulson

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