Empty Bullets
Hey, I'm getting older as I open my mind
But I don't wanna see my arms layed down
My friends are not the same
And I can't even realize
Everyone pretends to be the same machine
I'll be the last one standing
As the world fades out in front of me
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
Sometimes I can't get over
the things we've done and dreams we used to dream
And now we're far away
From what is real
Here's when my breath's taken away
Now I'm so confused I don't know what to say
My head spins around, it's true
Now I'm so confused I don't knwo what to do
If you can't let me choose
Tell me what would you do, if you were in my shoes
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
I can't change what I feel
So the world can go and run, and run, and run without me
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
We're the book you refused to read
With empty pages full of regret
We're the ones
We're the ones
But I don't wanna see my arms layed down
My friends are not the same
And I can't even realize
Everyone pretends to be the same machine
I'll be the last one standing
As the world fades out in front of me
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
Sometimes I can't get over
the things we've done and dreams we used to dream
And now we're far away
From what is real
Here's when my breath's taken away
Now I'm so confused I don't know what to say
My head spins around, it's true
Now I'm so confused I don't knwo what to do
If you can't let me choose
Tell me what would you do, if you were in my shoes
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
I can't change what I feel
So the world can go and run, and run, and run without me
Empty bullets on screen
The sickness of what we shoud've been
Everything keeps going but my mind stills on regret
Every sound and every word we shared
On summer set
We're the book you refused to read
With empty pages full of regret
We're the ones
We're the ones
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Writer(s): Joan Cambas
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