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Wasted Years
04:22
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So long ago, so far away,
So wasted then, forgotten now,
But it's not my fault, it seems so unfair,
Well I should've been saving every waking moment of this useless life.
And all these wasted years they've come and haunt me now,
I wanna go back, shut up and tell me how.
Please don't break my wall,
Let me enjoy the pain of going back in time,
I'm able after all,
To let these fading faces call me now.
So untouchable, so unforgettable,
Been missing all that stuff that I hated so much back then,
All those runaways, all those tears I cried,
It almost tastes so sweet.
I slowly realize,
That I'm a different person than I was back then,
I start to lose your eyes,
And the way you made me feel I'll never feel again.
So unstoppable, so unreversible,
It's gonna hurt so much that I don't wanna turn this knife again,
All those memories, are all of them still me?
It feels like someone else and it all seems
So long ago, so far away,
So wasted then, forgotten now,
But it's not my fault, it seems so unfair,
Well I should've been saving every waking moment of this useless life.
And all these wasted years they've come and haunt me now,
I wanna go back, shut up and tell me how.
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2. |
Drink Myself To Sleep
03:41
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Every once in a while you feel she's not with you anymore,
But you still feel more than you've felt before in these past few years,
And every awkward morning and every drunken night in a downtown bar,
Does it feel right to lose the sight of what is going on?
Just throw me out and have yourself,
Another round of blood and tears,
I'll drink myself to sleep 'cause
No one's gonna be here tonight to kill my fears.
You need to get a touch before you can fall asleep,
You miss the pain, you need to feel it again, you're calling out her name,
You fucking suck the booze from the empty bottle dry,
Her face remains the only thought that rains inside your drying head.
Just throw me out and have yourself,
Another round of blood and tears,
I'll drink myself to sleep 'cause
No one's gonna be here tonight to kill my fears.
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What the fuck has been going on?
Aren't you tired, a little tired of the same old song?
Got myself back on the run,
So close the door behind you when you're fucking done, alright?
I know that I'm not doing well,
I'll be a good boy, please take me out of this hell,
Tie me up, get me high, then fucking low again,
Beat me hard, give me pleasure from perverted pain, oh yeah!
I know I promised to be the one,
Who's gonna pay for what we've become,
I know I promised, you know I lied,
And now I'm little scared what waits for me outside.
I know I promised to be the one,
Who's gonna pay for what we've become,
I know I promised, you know I lied,
Who will knock on my door? Who will come tonight?
Fuck me, suck my conscience dry,
It's so much better than just wondering why,
What's the best, punishment or crime?
I'll take the both cause I'm running out of fucking time.
You know I'm sick and tired of games,
My good intentions are burning down in flames,
Give it up, show your cards, you have won it all,
I'm out with a smile although I took the fall, oh yeah!
I know I promised to be the one,
Who's gonna pay for what we've become,
I know I promised, you know I lied,
And now I'm little scared what waits for me outside.
I know I promised to be the one,
Who's gonna pay for what we've become,
I know I promised, you know I lied,
Who will knock on my door? Who will come tonight?
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