No time to register the words you say as I am stepping over
You and it's a sad state of affairs I don't even pretend I'm not aware
And turned cold
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but
Life gets in the way.
No time to register the shame I feel
As I try not to notice you and it's a sad state of affairs to ignore
This wrongness everywhere and turned cold.
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
It's the way we silence our senses,
A way to smother the impulse suffocate the senses, suffocate
The impulse we bury pain and tramp the dirt down.
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
You and it's a sad state of affairs I don't even pretend I'm not aware
And turned cold
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but
Life gets in the way.
As I try not to notice you and it's a sad state of affairs to ignore
This wrongness everywhere and turned cold.
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
A way to smother the impulse suffocate the senses, suffocate
The impulse we bury pain and tramp the dirt down.
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
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