Spare the Agony
So much has happened, now I have to reflect
So much misery I wanna reject
Through all the years, I've wanted more
But too many times they've walked out the door
I should forget it all and think about me
Spare the agony, learn to be free
Question everyone, false hopes they bring
Believe no lies, don't trust a thing
The world is mine
Don't feel a thing, don't feel the pain
Don't feel the cry, don't feel the shame
Sick of the fine print, sick of the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains, yeah
It seems there was a time, somewhere in my life
I fought off every single tale of advice
Now yesterday has come to be gone
Taking with it everything that I've done wrong
I should forget it all and think about me
Spare the agony, just let me be
Question everyone, false hopes they bring
Believe no lies, don't trust a thing
The world is mine
Don't feel a thing, don't feel the pain
Don't feel the cry, don't feel the shame
Sick of the fine print, sick of the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains
I felt the sting, I dealt with the pain
The world is mine, I feel no shame
I read the fine print, I forfeit the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains
The terror group
Illegal Immigrants
More violence and bloodshed
So much misery I wanna reject
Through all the years, I've wanted more
But too many times they've walked out the door
I should forget it all and think about me
Spare the agony, learn to be free
Question everyone, false hopes they bring
Believe no lies, don't trust a thing
The world is mine
Don't feel a thing, don't feel the pain
Don't feel the cry, don't feel the shame
Sick of the fine print, sick of the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains, yeah
It seems there was a time, somewhere in my life
I fought off every single tale of advice
Now yesterday has come to be gone
Taking with it everything that I've done wrong
I should forget it all and think about me
Spare the agony, just let me be
Question everyone, false hopes they bring
Believe no lies, don't trust a thing
The world is mine
Don't feel a thing, don't feel the pain
Don't feel the cry, don't feel the shame
Sick of the fine print, sick of the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains
I felt the sting, I dealt with the pain
The world is mine, I feel no shame
I read the fine print, I forfeit the game
My soul is flying, and it's all that remains
The terror group
Illegal Immigrants
More violence and bloodshed
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Dunham, Kevin Dean, Charles William Kahl, Kris Wiechmann, Joseph Altier
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