Wasted Days - Like Moths To Flames

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

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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

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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