Against the Ropes
Feel the weight
With every step, and drowning in your sweat
Digging ways to make it stop
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
Bear the pain
When no one cares and no one understands
Losing hope, what's left is letting go
Letting go
On the edge, I'm giving up
Losing ground, please make it stop
Nothing I could do
And Its swallowing me whole
Pray to god, don't let me fall
Nothing I could do
Hard times sometimes bring no hope
To the broke, the blind and the broken
You must be so stoked
When youre the joke, the alibi & the chosen
If only you could sell your soul
So you could cope with the times and the burden
With your back against the ropes
You fold, this time you have been forsaken
Ive mustered great strength
Trying to survive
Ive travelled great lengths
Only to be denied
Behold this great stench
The defeat, wasted time
Another close call, A dead end
To exit, to expire
Behold this great stench
The defeat, wasted time
Another close call, A dead end
To exit, to expire
On the edge, I'm giving up
Losing ground, please make it stop
Nothing I could do
And Its swallowing me whole
Pray to god, don't let me fall
Nothing I could do
With every step, and drowning in your sweat
Digging ways to make it stop
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
Bear the pain
When no one cares and no one understands
Losing hope, what's left is letting go
Letting go
On the edge, I'm giving up
Losing ground, please make it stop
Nothing I could do
And Its swallowing me whole
Pray to god, don't let me fall
Nothing I could do
Hard times sometimes bring no hope
To the broke, the blind and the broken
You must be so stoked
When youre the joke, the alibi & the chosen
If only you could sell your soul
So you could cope with the times and the burden
With your back against the ropes
You fold, this time you have been forsaken
Ive mustered great strength
Trying to survive
Ive travelled great lengths
Only to be denied
Behold this great stench
The defeat, wasted time
Another close call, A dead end
To exit, to expire
Behold this great stench
The defeat, wasted time
Another close call, A dead end
To exit, to expire
On the edge, I'm giving up
Losing ground, please make it stop
Nothing I could do
And Its swallowing me whole
Pray to god, don't let me fall
Nothing I could do
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Writer(s): Steve Badiola
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