Unnamed Song
You sent me a roar, from hell
I met you down by the wishing well
So just grab the mic, abuse it
No one's here but me
These words I wrote mean nothing
But who cares, what is there to lose
It came from desire, a year
Something never to be learned
Stay put and don't be weak
Not every song you wrote needs to speak
The laughs, the shakes
The intercom in your head
The darkest place
The tunnels where they lay
The drink, he smoke
The bitter ending of a dream
The soul, your soul
Don't let it find an escape
I met you down by the wishing well
So just grab the mic, abuse it
No one's here but me
These words I wrote mean nothing
But who cares, what is there to lose
It came from desire, a year
Something never to be learned
Stay put and don't be weak
Not every song you wrote needs to speak
The laughs, the shakes
The intercom in your head
The darkest place
The tunnels where they lay
The drink, he smoke
The bitter ending of a dream
The soul, your soul
Don't let it find an escape
Credits
Writer(s): Zackary Lancaster
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