The Fallout
All that I've given
Words used as weapons
Years in the wasteland
Your misguided anger
All that I've given
Lost ground
And every worthless sacrifice
Amounts to nothing
When the trust is gone
Words used as weapons
Against me
The only ammo you can throw
Foundations made of glass
Cracks begin to show
And that is all it takes
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout
Years in the wasteland
To reclaim
A life that wasn't truly mine
Has left me hollow
So why even try?
Your misguided anger
Should be
Redirected to yourself
But I know that's just too much to ask
From someone
So delusional
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
You run away
From inconvenient truth
Fit the narrative
To your point of view
There's nothing I can say
To make you change the way
You take it all
Out on me
Savour the taste
Of memories
And how they fade away
...how they fade into the fallout
...im making my way through the fallout
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
Words used as weapons
Years in the wasteland
Your misguided anger
All that I've given
Lost ground
And every worthless sacrifice
Amounts to nothing
When the trust is gone
Words used as weapons
Against me
The only ammo you can throw
Foundations made of glass
Cracks begin to show
And that is all it takes
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout
Years in the wasteland
To reclaim
A life that wasn't truly mine
Has left me hollow
So why even try?
Your misguided anger
Should be
Redirected to yourself
But I know that's just too much to ask
From someone
So delusional
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
You run away
From inconvenient truth
Fit the narrative
To your point of view
There's nothing I can say
To make you change the way
You take it all
Out on me
Savour the taste
Of memories
And how they fade away
...how they fade into the fallout
...im making my way through the fallout
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
Paranoid and afraid
Point the finger again
I'm making my way through the fallout alone
What's the point of anything?
Nothing matters anyway...
I'm making my way through the fallout
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Writer(s): John Sullivan
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