Too Late for Roses (20th Anniversary Version)

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 happеns

And when it happens

And when it happеns

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 to see someone

Give it all up for nothing

And having no power to stop them

To stop them, to stop them, to stop them

Having no power to stop them

Having no power to stop them

And having no power to stop them

To stop them

For nothing, for nothing

For nothing, for nothing

For nothing, for nothing

For nothing, for nothing