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Wasted Days

 

Wasted Days

(album: The Dying Things We Live For - 2015)


They always seem to kick me when I'm down
What a way for them to tell me I'm worth nothing more than dirt on the ground
Just pull the chair from underneath my feet and throw me out into the cold streets
They say some things are better left unsaid
To know the truth would be too much for me to comprehend
Force fed to believe there's something more for me
Set up to fail with no chance to succeed
Wasted days spent watching my life pass by
Take me away, back to a better time where I'm not standing in line to die
I know I've been here before, questioning everything
Left with my heart on the floor
Kick me when I'm down
Numb to the pain
A face with no name
Just pull the chair from underneath my feet and throw me out into the cold streets
They say some things are better left unsaid
To know the truth would be too much for me to comprehend
What you see is never what you get
Distorted hope for the hopeless
In sickness and health
This black cloud will follow me 'til I'm burning in hell

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