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Hopeless
03:46
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So here we stand,
Like kings with broken crowns,
Setting fire in the streets,
Can you hear the sounds of broken dreams?
They're calling home (Calling home),
So turn away,
Every time you see us,
We'll remind you of every mistake you've ever made,
And when we turn out,
We're not what you want us to be,
So we'll say we're sorry,
That we've grown up this way,
The lives we lead, and, the promises we break,
We're not what you want us to be,
Not alone, just free
We'll make our mark on this town, we won't keep running to you,
They'll try to push around, but we'll keep dancing,
The flames they used to burn bright, now they want to let us burn out,
A hopeless love we're romancing,
Now we won't, (Now we won't), fall behind you now,
And we're here, (And we're here), to remind you now,
When we turn out, we're not what you want us to be,
(They won't take us down, They won't take us down, They won't take us down),
So we'll say we're sorry,
That we've grown up this way,
The lives we lead, and, the promises we break,
We're not what you want us to be,
Not alone, just free,
Now it's not over, (We felt our hearts break),
You can be saved, (And we learned our mistakes),
And on our own, we found our way, and we're here to stay,
We're here to stay,
(GO!)
(Hey man, are you ready? I'm ready.)
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Four years in a small town school have made me who I am,
And I'm not proud,
One part self-medicated, two parts, broken glass,
That's why I look so scared,
I've got a busted lip and one black eye,
But I think I'm good to go,
And I've lost control, and I blew it all,
My sense of self-worth, I'm not proud,
and I think that's what's been killing me,
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
(I think I lost control)
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh oh
(And I'm not proud)
Four years I fought with so much regret,
that's why I am this way,
and I stay awake at night,
The feeling stays the same,
And you know, that, I get anxious out in public,
and scared when I'm alone
And I've lost control, and I blew it all,
My sense of self-worth, I'm not proud,
and I think that's what's been killing me,
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
(I think I lost control)
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh oh,
(And I'm not proud)
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh,
(I think I lost control)
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh oh,
(And I'm not proud)
What's been killin' me?
Someboyd get me out,
Of this, hell I've made,
Will I ever be saved?
And I've lost control, and I blew it all,
My sense of self-worth, I'm not proud,
and I think that's what's been killing me,
Woah oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh, oh oh
And I've lost control, and I blew it all,
My sense of self-worth, I'm not proud,
and I think that's what's been killing me,
And I've lost control, and I blew it all,
My sense of self-worth, I'm not proud,
and I think that's what's been killing me,
Woah oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh, oh oh oh
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3. |
Throwing Shade
04:24
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It's ninety-six degrees in late October,
The sun is beating down, but I think it's finally getting colder,
but this weight in my chest, growing cold from the touch of your hands,
I feel it over and over,
Why am I waiting, this game's so frustrating,
It brings me down, it always brings me down,
and I know, that in time, you'll regret,
all the things that you never said to me,
She's got a million different ways I know would kill me, but she,
sticks to the way that she knows best, my heart is beating out my chest,
and I don't think I'll make it to the end of next November,
If I can't make it here,
Is positivity really a necessity, I,
know that my head will roll, knock loose, repair and refine,
and after all the shade you throw my way,
my broken bones will heal, but they'll heal with a broken mind,
Why am I waiting, this game's so frustrating,
It brings me down, it always brings me down,
I can't keep on coping, you leave me here hoping,
without a chance,
Confidence is quiet, insecurities are loud,
watch these that I've built come crashing down,
She's got a million different ways I know would kill me, but she,
sticks to the way that she knows best, my heart is beating out my chest,
and I don't think I'll make it to the end of next November,
If I can't make it here, my minds been going under,
Indispositions got me so wrong,
A window pain, she waved, it's so long,
Nothing's right, nothing's wrong, not so easy to see,
when it all comes down, infirmity,
Confidence is quiet, insecurities are loud,
watch these that I've built come crashing down, (2x)
She's got a million different ways I know would kill me, but she,
sticks to the way that she knows best, my heart is beating out my chest,
and I don't think I'll make it to the end of next November,
If I can't make it here,
She's got a million different ways I know would kill me, but she,
(Indispositions got me so wrong)
sticks to the way that she knows best, my heart is beating out my chest,
(A window pain, she waved, it's so long)
and I don't think I'll make it to the end of next November,
(Oooooooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh)
If I can't make it here
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