Lyrics

Going home, red eyes tired of lies Can't take much longer, can't keep it inside Cold, scared Always aware A subtle move You'd rather be dead There's nothing between you and the monsters broke through Your eyes, filled with poison What happened to you What can I do? Just wait, 'till all is through This hell of mine, will it ever end? The miles go by and I just pretend A voice inside, lives in denial It will be better this time God's on our side
Writer(s): Weston Dean Horn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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