Pick a Side
I'll never see what you live for.
Will I ever see you the way he does?
I'm nothing but a man
With a true lack for sun. (?)
My affection is screwed
By my own self-destroyed damnation.
No, this is all so real.
No, this is all so real.
So don't end the trail,
Shout me at the top of your lungs,
'Cause we all will be dead so soon.
I'm planning your life.
I need to find the reason for life,
Before I am hollow inside.
Oh, this is all so real.
No, this is all so real.
Will I ever see you the way he does?
I'm nothing but a man
With a true lack for sun. (?)
My affection is screwed
By my own self-destroyed damnation.
No, this is all so real.
No, this is all so real.
So don't end the trail,
Shout me at the top of your lungs,
'Cause we all will be dead so soon.
I'm planning your life.
I need to find the reason for life,
Before I am hollow inside.
Oh, this is all so real.
No, this is all so real.
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wetzel, Andrew Whiting, John Holgado, Caleb Shomo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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