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They always seem to kick me when Iâm down
What a way for them to tell me Iâm 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 thereâs 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 Iâm not standing in line to die
I know Iâve been here before, questioning everything
Left with my heart on the floor
Kick me when Iâm 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 âtil Iâm burning in hell
- Album:
- The Dying Things We Live For
- An Eye For An Eye
- Fighting Fire With Fire
- Compilation
- Thrown To The Wind
- The Dream Is Dead
- When We Don’t Exist
- Learn Your Place
- Learn Your Place - Single
- Punk Goes Pop, Volume 5
- Punk Goes Pop, Vol. 5
- Punk Goes Pop 5
- Rise 200
- Sweet Talker EP
- Dead Routine
- Sweet Talker
- Nowhere Left To Sink
- Dark Divine
- Empty The Same
- Shallow Truths For Shallow Minds