Bloodlines
If I'm bred for failure
Just tell me once
'Cause I don't feel like I'm meant to just survive
If I have no future
And it's already paying for the past
Just give me the pieces so I can call them mine
I don't care if I leave empty-handed
I will learn, if I make my own mistakes
I don't care if you don't understand it
I will learn, if you let me find my way
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
If I'm born to falter
And I've already fallen from your grace
Just give me the peace to prove that I'm alive
I don't care if I leave empty handed
I will learn, if I make my own mistakes
I don't care if you don't understand it
I will learn, if you let me find my way
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
(My way)
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
Just tell me once
'Cause I don't feel like I'm meant to just survive
If I have no future
And it's already paying for the past
Just give me the pieces so I can call them mine
I don't care if I leave empty-handed
I will learn, if I make my own mistakes
I don't care if you don't understand it
I will learn, if you let me find my way
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
If I'm born to falter
And I've already fallen from your grace
Just give me the peace to prove that I'm alive
I don't care if I leave empty handed
I will learn, if I make my own mistakes
I don't care if you don't understand it
I will learn, if you let me find my way
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
If I'm the bastard child of best intentions
If I'm the bitter voice of discontent
If I'm the broken hope of indecision
At least my future's in my hands
(My way)
Just by killing time, we kill ourselves (my way)
Just by giving up, we give ourselves away
Credits
Writer(s): Pearson, Smith, Cooper, Parkitney, Tyrrell
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