Mirage

Like a spoiled brat
Ignoring what I'm given
Always wanting to smell the greener grass
Want what I don't have, take what I don't need
Learn what I've always known

What goes around it comes around
I guess it's time to redefine this foolish pride
And all the times I thought I got it right

Trampling round and round
Still searching what I can't find
Someone's laughing at me in the end
Claim what isn't mine, crave what cannot be
Drifting farther from the shore

What goes around it comes around
I guess it's time to redefine this foolish pride
And all the times I thought I got it right

Always going down, a dead-end road to nowhere
Pilgrim on the way to hell
Show you what I am, reveal myself to you
Painting my trails in shades of black

What goes around it comes around
I guess it's time to redefine this foolish pride
And all the times I thought I got it right



Credits
Writer(s): Emil Kozak Nielsen, Henrik Ohlsen, Jeppe Munk åkesson, Tobias Munk åkesson
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