Compromise Is The Elusive Butterfly کے بول

True yes, we can erase things from our minds As easily as turning our heads or closing the blinds At what cost our forced forgetfulness Breathe, stop, rest, another mess. Forced to adjust my view As though you thought I never knew Life's a coin-toss How will I pull through? When spring leads to summers's dry air We can forget every care that we had last year To fault is to finish every word that I say Even when I'm holding my breath It doesn't have to be like this anymore.