Afterthought

Came this far
All for what?
All for what?
Sinister
For what?
I'm just an afterthought
Dead memory
Hold my hand
I recognize the footwork to this haunted dance
I tripped up on the shot and lost my second chance
I'm sick of everybody
I'm sick without your body
I'm sick of everybody
For what?
I'm just an afterthought



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Nelson
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