How Pathetic
Never took another look
Memory just like a coloring book
Every precious stone was thy covering
Watch it all slowly burn out
A flame is a living gem
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
Once expanding
Those walls are now closing in
Can't save face
Don't ruminate
Don't let your last words be of hate
Leave all baggage out on the carousel
Circling for eternity
Wreaking of depravity
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
So I weigh down my duffle bags
To hide these blood stained rags
It's true the Mill Creek Marsh is deep enough
To conceal the disappointments that build up
But it won't stay buried forever
One day the dark truth will reveal itself
And on that day we'll be set free
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
So I weigh down my duffle bags
To hide these blood stained rags
It's true Hackensack River's deep enough
To conceal the disappointments that build up
Memory just like a coloring book
Every precious stone was thy covering
Watch it all slowly burn out
A flame is a living gem
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
Once expanding
Those walls are now closing in
Can't save face
Don't ruminate
Don't let your last words be of hate
Leave all baggage out on the carousel
Circling for eternity
Wreaking of depravity
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
So I weigh down my duffle bags
To hide these blood stained rags
It's true the Mill Creek Marsh is deep enough
To conceal the disappointments that build up
But it won't stay buried forever
One day the dark truth will reveal itself
And on that day we'll be set free
How pathetic my optimism's become
When I choose to run
And how far I've come
From the sad truth
That I used to love to hate
But I need an escape from it now
So I weigh down my duffle bags
To hide these blood stained rags
It's true Hackensack River's deep enough
To conceal the disappointments that build up
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Messenger
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