Vain
At the bottom of my life
I feel the pain, I feel the same
From the corner of my eyes
I see the storm, I see the mourn
Our indifferences we feel
The choice was made, the sky was red
The chaotic eruption
I'm hopelessness, I'm emptiness
You can't break the chains, you won't leave this place
I am pressed in the time, I have failed in your mind
You can't break the chains, you won't leave this place
I am pressed in the time, I have failed in your mind
Your last tragedy remains
Open your eyes, reach out your hands
The comfort is dishonest
How I feel pain, drowned in the rain
The true sacrifice is made
The blood it pours, you reign In vain
We stray away from the ones
To feel alive, yet feel the same
Feeling a type of way
Suffering in dismay
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
I won't let you stand
On top of the grave
Broken pieces mended
And sewn together
Lost in the thought of our lust
Suffocating, no where to breathe, no where to turn from here
Feeling a type of way
Suffering in dismay
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
I feel the pain, I feel the same
From the corner of my eyes
I see the storm, I see the mourn
Our indifferences we feel
The choice was made, the sky was red
The chaotic eruption
I'm hopelessness, I'm emptiness
You can't break the chains, you won't leave this place
I am pressed in the time, I have failed in your mind
You can't break the chains, you won't leave this place
I am pressed in the time, I have failed in your mind
Your last tragedy remains
Open your eyes, reach out your hands
The comfort is dishonest
How I feel pain, drowned in the rain
The true sacrifice is made
The blood it pours, you reign In vain
We stray away from the ones
To feel alive, yet feel the same
Feeling a type of way
Suffering in dismay
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
I won't let you stand
On top of the grave
Broken pieces mended
And sewn together
Lost in the thought of our lust
Suffocating, no where to breathe, no where to turn from here
Feeling a type of way
Suffering in dismay
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Feeling a type
Trying to find the reasons you cry
Lost in the time yeah that you were gone
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Writer(s): Drew Luera
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