| Some notes heard from the back of your head
|
| Through your fingers they pass
|
| To the blank of the sheets you front
|
| A hard time finding the right words
|
| Facing the reality of the world
|
| It’s so close yet so far
|
| From an own little world
|
| Hiding the pain
|
| Hoping to reign
|
| Just for a day
|
| For them to witness all the weight
|
| Your shoulders carry everyday
|
| The extent of your forgiveness
|
| So they can see
|
| That all of this is only
|
| It’s only temporary
|
| Hiding the pain
|
| Hoping to reign
|
| Just for a day
|
| For them to witness
|
| All you can repress
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| Part of this world you don’t fully understand
|
| Tired to fight for recognition
|
| Like a lost ghost who roams across the land
|
| Trying to find its purpose instead of an absolution
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| I need someone to show me how I will survive
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| But every time they let me down
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| Desires won’t revive
|
| I need someone to show me how I will survive
|
| But every time they let me down
|
| In my solitude I dive
|
| Hiding the pain
|
| Hoping to reign
|
| Just for a day
|
| For them to witness all the weight
|
| Your shoulders carry everyday |
| The extent of your forgiveness
|
| So they can see
|
| That all of this is only
|
| It’s only temporary
|
| Part of this world you don’t fully understand
|
| Like a lost ghost who roams across the land
|
| Tired to fight for recognition
|
| Trying to find its purpose instead of an absolution
|
| I need someone to show me how I will survive
|
| But every time they let me down
|
| Desires won’t revive
|
| I need someone to show me how I will survive
|
| But every time they let me down
|
| In my solitude I dive
|
| Some notes heard from the back of your head
|
| Through your fingers they pass
|
| To the blank of the sheets you front
|
| A hard time finding the right words
|
| Facing the reality of the world
|
| It’s so close yet so far
|
| From an own little world
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| From your own little world |