It Is What It Is

So, I'm really bad at cheesy. But here goes.

3 years ago, oh oh, I knew we'd still be friends.

The way you talk and smile,

best friends walk more than a mile.

I know you, I understand, I'd take pictures,

but my memories last longer.

I'll know you, 10 years later,

when things are harder then they seem.

You haven't exactly stayed the same

And you don't exactly have anyone to blame.

45 seconds left on the clock

We're going to crashhhhh into that semi-truck.

Hold on tight,

We're in for a ridiculous fight.

You gotta take a risk.

And try to clean up the mess.

45 seconds left on the clock.

6 years after, you find who you are.

Inside and out.

You'll thank me and the rest, but it was always you who did it.

You started completely lost, and found yourself along the way.

We're still here, searching for what to say.

I'll miss you, miss who we were.

I be here, when you get so damn lost

It took awhile, to understand each other.

Why bother?

Why care? Were we scared?

It's cause, you'll always be my best friend

We have those silly fights, but we're okay

I know we understand each other, more than we think

Chorus: 45 seconds left on the clock

We're going to crashhhhhh into that semi-truck

Hold on tight

We're in for a ridiculous rride

You gotta do what you gotta do

And hope it all follows through

45 seconds left on the clock

I hear those people, what they wanna say.

I try to push away my fear, but always seems to stay.

No one's ever here, no one ever tries to be

There's a lot more to me, then they think

I laugh, I smile, but keeps findin' me

This pain, is so unreal, I can't bare to breathe

45 seconds left on the clock

I hear that time bomb, it goes tick-tock

I feel the wind, brush past my face

I feel like this is such a silly race

Their crying with me, I can hear their screams

I guess its not all as it seems

45 seconds left on the clock

They look at me, they see the things they want to

I do not fear them, do not care, I'm just scared of myself

This burning rage inside of me will not stay tame forever

And when it breaks free they'll all see what I'm made of

And once it happens let me break through....

45 seconds left on the clock

People praying for good luck

I hear the children cry and weep

Their having a hard time getting sleep

They worry for things they should not

They listened as their parents faught

I'm weeping in my own sorrow

When it's my happiness they should borrow

45 seconds left on the clock

Time and time again we forget

Who we were, the things we regret

There must be a space in time

And I must always get caught in

The clock reads 11:11

I make a wish, will it ever happen?

It's such shame, the mistakes we make

I've got 45 seconds to change my fate