Way Too Long
Detached Detached
From all of the bullshit resentment
I covered myself up in plastic
So that I could look just like you
Deathbed Deathbed
I laid my compassion to rest on
Gave up a piece of my own soul
So that I could be fake like you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could feel something so true
Prolonged Prolonged
Should've known not to suffer so long
Held back a persistent instinct
When I knew I was right all along
Empty Empty
Knowing nothing was better than me
Couldn't even suppress down your ego
Soon enough to let me go
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could feel something so true
Breaking Breaking
This hole is only skin deep
And now I'm left to wonder
Why this ever mattered to me
Suffer Suffer
Left for dead and rotting away
Suffer Suffer
Can't leave with hell to pay
For way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
You were clinging onto me
Way too long
Like a terminal disease
Way too long
I could feel something so true
This True
This True
From all of the bullshit resentment
I covered myself up in plastic
So that I could look just like you
Deathbed Deathbed
I laid my compassion to rest on
Gave up a piece of my own soul
So that I could be fake like you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could feel something so true
Prolonged Prolonged
Should've known not to suffer so long
Held back a persistent instinct
When I knew I was right all along
Empty Empty
Knowing nothing was better than me
Couldn't even suppress down your ego
Soon enough to let me go
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could feel something so true
Breaking Breaking
This hole is only skin deep
And now I'm left to wonder
Why this ever mattered to me
Suffer Suffer
Left for dead and rotting away
Suffer Suffer
Can't leave with hell to pay
For way too long
Way too long
Way too long
I could ask a fucking thing from you
Way too long
You were clinging onto me
Way too long
Like a terminal disease
Way too long
I could feel something so true
This True
This True
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Palladino
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