m tired of these thoughts, the world moves outside Feel like a ghost, rejected by the living Everybody is so impressed with the things the say I take a look at what a
my black box that i'm alive I feel unlucky today, can't wash the panic off my face Didn't learn a thing from the last time I'ts so selfish to be so confused
said, to equally forgive, We read the whole thing wrong And guidance should be used like a tool When it gets handed down It tends to get so damn confusing for a
noticing the doubt in people these days faces tell the story of a broken heart, Together we fall apart Is anyone alive in here? Acceptance has become a
It's funny how blind faith often is used Like a net to fall on in desperate times Like a crutch for regret as a last resort I won't let emotions take
I Can't even think a words to match the way a feeling I Don't even think a book can say enough for you I can only try my best to put it in a song I guess
table turned No one giving time is winning again I can't shift the blame forever Some is your and some is mine Sick of searching for a solution we'll
the sheep The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three Promised to be there for a short time His mother looks at photos Passed down from a
been kept so small and still And yet if the great opinion speaks Then sadly we nod our heads and agree Barely a mention of your name On deaf ears a distant
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fast I don't recall any time that you did it by yourself I look at a photograph of you and everyone that you take is a fake And if this ride is so long
they're after Someone would tell you If they could speak above all this laughter Think you could learn somehow the time just isn't now Got a reputation
tired of these thoughts, the world moves outside Feel like a ghost, rejected by the living Everybody is so impressed with the things the say I take a look at what a
kept so small and still And yet if the great opinion speaks Then sadly we nod our heads and agree Barely a mention of your name On deaf ears a distant
I don't recall any time that you did it by yourself I look at a photograph of you and everyone that you take is a fake And if this ride is so long then