Subtract/Divide
Standing face to face with who I am and what you've become
From day one we held hands so tight but as we grew our grasp slipped a bit
What more could we want but to be here so grateful for each other's presence
We keep running in circles over who we are but I'm still sure that we're nothing at all
(WE KEEP RUNNING IN CIRCLES)
Sometimes I guess things just change and can never be the same
This has turned into a vicious game
Let's get back from which we came as we try and figure out
How could this bond be broken by such trivial things
A life without you almost has no meaning
I swear my heart is breaking into a million pieces but I won't ever admit it.
My pride stands in the way
My eyes hold my hurt
This guilt makes a heavy heart
We keep running in circles over who we are but I'm still sure that we're nothing at all
(WE KEEP RUNNING IN CIRCLES)
We keep running and we're still nothing
We won't get back to where we were before
You're now an option, nothing more
I gave two fucks and just my luck I'm stuck with a bag of tricks not worth a lick of shit
I'll save my breath and all my fucking spit
We're nothing more, so what we running for
From day one we held hands so tight but as we grew our grasp slipped a bit
What more could we want but to be here so grateful for each other's presence
We keep running in circles over who we are but I'm still sure that we're nothing at all
(WE KEEP RUNNING IN CIRCLES)
Sometimes I guess things just change and can never be the same
This has turned into a vicious game
Let's get back from which we came as we try and figure out
How could this bond be broken by such trivial things
A life without you almost has no meaning
I swear my heart is breaking into a million pieces but I won't ever admit it.
My pride stands in the way
My eyes hold my hurt
This guilt makes a heavy heart
We keep running in circles over who we are but I'm still sure that we're nothing at all
(WE KEEP RUNNING IN CIRCLES)
We keep running and we're still nothing
We won't get back to where we were before
You're now an option, nothing more
I gave two fucks and just my luck I'm stuck with a bag of tricks not worth a lick of shit
I'll save my breath and all my fucking spit
We're nothing more, so what we running for
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Writer(s): Mark Banda
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