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There are always fingers to be pointed
When thereâs no one else around
Sweep it all under the rug
The world will never hear a sound
Youâll never know what itâs like
To be part of this tragedy
Youâll never feel the pain and the greed
Worn out, bitter, sad, and tired
Afraid this apathy will never leave me
Letâs find beauty in the ruins, of what it used to be
Letâs make what it is a distant memory
Itâs only in your head, the hate and tragedy
Letâs find peace in the wreckage, find the harmony
Hopeless in nature, spiteful inside
Iâll deal with this until I die
Empty promises leave me tattered and torn
I wonât go to sleep tonight
The images still burned into my eyes
Why expect anything, Iâll always feel worthless inside