Broken record getting tired
Lacking any motivation
Sick of living uninspired
With this head full of frustration
These hands held the days they needed to
But these nights are the ones I hold on to.
Forcing smiles but they see it
Trying hard to find a balance
First we wanted their opinions
Now we’re rigging all the ballots
As the days are stripped and buried
Ripped out of my mind
The road ahead and clarity
It seems, not so hard to find
These are nights we’ll hold onto
As the silence clears the room
These are nights we’ll hold onto
Like I never really knew?
These are nights we’ll hold onto

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