Torn in Two
I'm pushing through the people
Staring blankly at the street
Wondering if there is more to you
It's not about psychology
Or boredom by a selfless need
It's more about how I compare to you
That's the difference
Between
Me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
I'm drifting through the people
Hoping they'll remember me
For more than just an idol of mistake
It's all about pretentious need
And sinking to impulsive greed
And that's what's left behind within my wake
(In my wake)
I guess it me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
It's all about pretentious need
And sinking to impulsive greed
And that's what's left behind within my wake (my wake, my wake...)
I guess it me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
We're waiting on an end
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
Staring blankly at the street
Wondering if there is more to you
It's not about psychology
Or boredom by a selfless need
It's more about how I compare to you
That's the difference
Between
Me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
I'm drifting through the people
Hoping they'll remember me
For more than just an idol of mistake
It's all about pretentious need
And sinking to impulsive greed
And that's what's left behind within my wake
(In my wake)
I guess it me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
It's all about pretentious need
And sinking to impulsive greed
And that's what's left behind within my wake (my wake, my wake...)
I guess it me and you
It's hard to believe
We're torn in two
We learn from defeat
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
We're waiting on an end
Brought up a point before dying
We're all just caught up waiting on an end
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Writer(s): Lachlan James Mcdonald, Michael Philip Cross
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