Letra de Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors)
You never really knew The things you learned would matter; The things you did and didn't do would someday define you; The things you hate the most: The lessons on piano, The books you read in Sunday school-- I swear I'd trade in anything to be young again.And all these things Were lessons in livingIt seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are. Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far. 'Cause give and take don't matter either way. Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty. Destination: anywhere but here.Here I go again, Feeling sorry for myself. Am I getting old at heart-- Too old to pretend That everything's alright? Have I had a choice? Walking past a threshold Into a change And your life's never the same again.And all these things Were lessons in living.It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are. Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far. 'Cause give and take don't matter either way. Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty. Destination: anywhere but here.My mind's open. I scream for better things.It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are. Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far. 'Cause give and take don't matter either way. Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty. Destination: anywhere but here.