Lets Play Pretend
I'll always remember the first memory of a dead man in my eyes
The stare of a thousand yards, no soul, all I see is a shell
We never had any time for goodbyes
They said one in a million would make it
What makes you so fucking special
You always say that you walk with God
Well if Gods your friend, you can fucking keep him
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
I don't think I'll ever feel the same again
Countless nights spent in terror
Laying as still as I can
If you don't make a sound, you'll live another round, praying I die in my sleep instead
Praying I die in my sleep instead
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
The part of me that comes from you
Tears me open from the inside out
Thoughts of a time before this terror began
I just want to go back
Back to playing pretend
Nights spent wishing I could get the days back
Or at least wishing I could rid the feeling
I lost part of my life as a child
Now I don't know who I am
Nights spent wishing I could get the days back
Or at least wishing I could rid the feeling
I lost part of my life as a child
Now I don't know who I am
Who am I
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
The part of me that comes from you
Tears me open from the inside out
Thoughts of a time before this terror began
I just want to go back
Back to playing pretend
I'll always remember the first memory of a dead man in my eyes
The stare of a thousand yards, no soul, all I see is a shell
The stare of a thousand yards, no soul, all I see is a shell
We never had any time for goodbyes
They said one in a million would make it
What makes you so fucking special
You always say that you walk with God
Well if Gods your friend, you can fucking keep him
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
I don't think I'll ever feel the same again
Countless nights spent in terror
Laying as still as I can
If you don't make a sound, you'll live another round, praying I die in my sleep instead
Praying I die in my sleep instead
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
The part of me that comes from you
Tears me open from the inside out
Thoughts of a time before this terror began
I just want to go back
Back to playing pretend
Nights spent wishing I could get the days back
Or at least wishing I could rid the feeling
I lost part of my life as a child
Now I don't know who I am
Nights spent wishing I could get the days back
Or at least wishing I could rid the feeling
I lost part of my life as a child
Now I don't know who I am
Who am I
I feel it scraping against my ribs
Clawing it's way out
The part of me that comes from you
Tears me open from the inside out
Thoughts of a time before this terror began
I just want to go back
Back to playing pretend
I'll always remember the first memory of a dead man in my eyes
The stare of a thousand yards, no soul, all I see is a shell
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Writer(s): Justin Ward
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