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• Artiste: Like Moths To Flames
• Titre: Wasted Days
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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